Bucko notes the lady seems to be upset about something, he smiles and attempts to hand her a wandermeal cake, which tasted fine to him, but most goblins hated...
He bows...
"We not means to bothers err upsets you nice lady."

Stepping to the Priestess, Isaac says "What would you have me do, Pike? I didn't think you'd want to come with us on an unknown, and leave your post here at Temple. If you wanted to join our half-lost venture you are more than welcome. We've spent the better part of two days just searching for direction and now that we have it we want to head there arrow-straight."

He is right, Lady Priestess.  But I would ask, do you have any other ideas?  I Admit that going to the slums to assist those are sick is always a fine idea, but if you have heard anything else, or have further wonderful ideas, I would love to hear them.  There is evil in this city, and I wish it stopped."

"And yet it seems you ignored what I just said, Isaac. Two days? It seems like the wizard knows where to go and yet because you didn't think it was important, it was shrugged off. It isn't all about you, Isaac. Sarenrae bounds up and protects us. Yet you aren't sure of where to go or what to do and yet it seeems you ended up doing it. I don't want to scold you my friend. Far from it but it seems like everyone is looking to you for leadership." She goes to place her hands on Isaac's chest "There is no harm in asking everyone what their views on it and accept it. Learn from it. At this rate, the goblin doesn't have a clue.  Oddly the wizard needs a friend adn wants to find who he seeks. He seems to be grumpy
"She motions to Brokk "Not too sure of the cleric. I got a mission, don't worry about me. Find out about the plague, the constructs. Anything that seems odd. Check out the slums or the junkyard. Maybe tbe docks. Go on, Isaac." She removes her small hands, puts a hand on the head of the goblin and waits.
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"Brokk ain't no leader!  I'm better being told what to do with being granted some leverage from you guys in certain situations.  I say we go to the slums first like we talked about," Brokk says addressing the group.

"I didn't say you were, Brokk. I was talking to Isaac. Sorry about that." Pike  takes a deep breath "I can check around for information. And I think checking out the sluns is a good idea. Bothers me I haven't heard about the plague if there is one but if it happened in the slums, that could be a valid reason." She tries to remain calm and sits down on the ground "So I can get you some food before you leave. The goblin looks like he can eat his boot!" The gnome smiles, rubs her feet and stands up "I'm not trying to get on anyones cases, been through this before. Oh it was bad. People flying around, everyone yelling. And chickens were thrown! Yes you heard me. Chickens and arrows." What the....?

Brokk puts up a non-threatening hand to Pike, "It's OK Pike, no need to be sorry for speaking your mind.  I'm not offended.  Just wanted to let Isaac & Kissya know where I stand.  I would be happy to follow either of them."

Isaac nods at Pike's statement, "It bothers me, as well. Notice of any true disease should have reached your ears far before we did. I suspect it's something else at play we need to discover."
On her mention of food, he responds, "I'm not sure you stock enough vittles to fill our friend, but I'm sure he'll be happy to try. I appreciate your feeding us before we head out. I'd love to hear the chicken story, someday, Pike. Sounds chaotic for certain!"
Turning to the group, he continues, "You heard my friend. Let's break our fast then on to the slums!"

"That sounds wonderful!  Thank you, Priestess.  Perhaps after eating we will be better prepared to head out."

Truly, food sounded wonderful.  She was not sure when she last ate.

Bucko had his hands held so that his thumbs and pointer fingers formed a triangle, that he was looking through at distant objects as if he is looking for things to shoot at and checking the range, without taking his musket out at all.....

The group waits and Pike comes out with basically bags full of food for each person. Really they are rations but good ones. Perhaps magical ones but hard to tell. She pulls up her hood, fastens it and turns to leave "I will return later on, hopefully with informations reguarding this plague."

"Thank you, Pike.  Guys, wanna head out? We should hopefully get something done before it gets dark.  Or something else pops up out of the ground to get us."

Hoisting her Glaive, she ran her hand over her hair to smooth it down, then headed for the door.

"Yes, let's stick to the first plan and head to the slums. Those poor people there already have enough burdens on their lives without adding some pernicious disease." Isaac says, also leaving the temple after saying a brief prayer.

"Miss Pike has anti-plagues in case we finds sick hoomans?"

Bucko smiles at the lady and hopes that the other lady does not get jealous..
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Nodding, Isaac answers, "I have every confidence that Pike and her fellow priests can eradicate any disease we discover and bring to their attention. My Goddess already protects me against such things, so it would be a trivial matter for her chosen disciples to do the same. We just need to see if there actually is a disease, first."

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Once everyone is set, they head to the slums. Xander adjusts his cloak, watching the area. Not sure of where this plague was started from or who started it if anyone, Bucko leads them to a old tavern where he sells his goods at times if he doesn't get up to the 'upper areas'. The keep, a burly orc watches them. Not a half-orc, but a full blown orc. Theres two others within the dreary tavern but its hard to tell who or what they are as they are within a shadowy booth.

Bucko moves forward towards the destination, and approaches the barkeeper...

he lays some coins and holds up finger for each of his companions.

Not usually too observant at the best of times, nonetheless Isaac takes a look around at the patrons to see if any of them show signs of illness or unusual disease.
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15:59, Today: Isaac Harvester rolled 14 using 1d20. Perception

Brokk will stand next to Bucko at the bar and orders a drink.  "I'll take an ale barkeep.  Not very crowded in here today huh?"

10:04, Today: Brokk Grunk rolled 13 using 1d20+11.  Perception Check.  Clueless...
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Kisaiya walked hesitantly into the bar, knowing her beauty would attract attention.  She looked around to see reactions, then walked up to join her companions. Her eyes were busy as she didn't order, but looked around the room.  She leaned her glaive against the bar, resting her gloved hand on the bar edge.

Kisaiya Loranain rolled 20 using 1d20+3.  Perception.
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Bucko notices the two orcs in the booth and holds up two more fingers and send a couple of drinks their way...

"Wants to make sures everybody bees happys."

The orc spits on the ground and watches the paladin and cleric "We don't like yer kind here. Why are yer here?" Despite his antics he does grab the ale for them and pours them into six glasses. His eyes narrow as the cleric glances around and watches the two at a table in the shadows. Xander watches the orc, looking down at his cup for a moment "You want them to leave, then tell me what we want to know and I will personally take them outside and rip them apart. You can have the leftovers." Obviously he's bluff right? His eyes narrow on the innkeeper who then looks at the elf and he laughs The innkeeper pockets Bucko's money and leans back "Whatcha want to know?" The innkeeper watches the cleric and paladin, as well as the two sitting at the table. One of them reaches at his side and the keeper shakes his head. The shadowy two people put their hands on the table grabbing their drinks.

Bucko spits too...

"Most whoomans is stupids but these whoomans is not bad likes other whoomans, they is Bucko's friends.  Wes lookin for people getting sick, and fer some crazy machines tha trin to kills Bucko."

Bucko points at himself with his thumb

Brokk takes a drink from his glass and returns it to the bar.  "They're here to help, not hurt anyone.  They good people!"

Kisaiya's eyes meet the men in the shadows, and her hand grips her glaive a hit harder.  She shifts her weight, ready to fight if needed, and showing she was not afraid.  She made no other move, just met the challenge with her own.

She steps forward to take her glass, taking a deep drink and trying not to make a face at the taste.  "As my deadly little friend says, looking for people who are getting sick, like a lot of people, and looking for constructs, creatures that should not exist that are killing."

She reaches in her pouch and removes several silver pieces and lays them on the bar.  It is clear there are more in her hand.

"You have any information on that?"