The noontime bells rang in he One God's temple. Across Vandis people went about their business in the mid summer heat. For many it was a wet heat, oppressive in its ever present feel, that seemed to smother them in their own sweat. Dogs barked, children ran about shouting playfully, horses snorted in the heat, and people shuffled along the streets talking, humming, or cursing their luck over a bad deal.

The center of the town consisted a number of corrals, watering troughs, cargo platforms for offloading freight from caravans, and lots for wagons to be parked in. People worked to move freight, feed and water draft beasts, sort out passengers, and deal with tired and sweaty caravaneers. There were always a few traders, merchants, or artisans hanging around,looking to get the drop on a good on some prime trade goods.

This area was fronted by the towns three most important structures in town; the One God's Temple, the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer, and the Civic Center. All three were busy. Noon prayers were common in town, often taken just before going to the guild clerks in the Civic Center, which often led to a lunch of sausages and beans accompanied by a bucket of beer.

There were two caravans in Vandis this day. A cross continent trade caravan from the Iron Mountains exchanging fine metal goods for spices rare in the cold northwest and a d'Tor Clan caravan representing the Fine Cuisine and Wines Guild of Lanis to the north. Several passengers offloaded, as did many caravan workers, and began working their way towards the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer.

Stretching his back, and drawing more than a few stares, the Goblin Xaz cursed his luck to draw passage in passenger coach with seats for bigger people. The bouncing was rough at times, but the worst was the sliding back and forth with the rocking of the coach. He would need to buy pillow in town before the caravan pulled away. Looking up he decided it would be better to wash down the road dust and grab a soothing meal.

Several people walked along, watching as the Goblin made his way carefully around what were ankle deep cow patties for a Goblin. Among the was the dark skinned Noza. Moving with the bored gait of someone more accustomed to stalking the landscape than crawling across it like a mile long wooden snail. Looking about her she saw the tavern the caravaneers had been speaking in such high regard. It looked like any other taphouse or dance hall she had known. But, the name was intriguing, did the place actually sale beer in buckets.

Laughing to himself at the high stepping Goblin, the Gnome Kurt Stonehammer shuffle along form the caravan form the Iron Mountains. After months of travels to the get across the Great Plains and its multitude of little towns, Kurt was accustomed to such environments and their hazards. Walking along with the Dwarf fighters from Goldstone to the tavern he to wondered if the establishment actually did serve beer in buckets.

Listening to the Dwarf guards of the other caravan chatter about the fabled buckets of beer served in the tavern across the way it occurred to Malcolm d'Tor that the place may be just he place to experience the everyday life of the men in his family's caravan. It could be fun, and possibly enlightening.

Over at the Civic Center the office of the Mayor was busy. The clerk for the Mayor, an old woman by the name of Howa, seemed to know everything or everyone in town. Or with fifty miles of it. Though there were those whom she often couldn't help. On those occasions Howa was quick to direct curious inquiries to Ralston, the bartender at the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer. The Dwarf knew the most nefarious and infamous names in the region. And their often sordid business. On this day she had turned quite a few curious parties away to seek out Ralston.

Jaylyn Cairn walked along admiring the day. It was another hot, sweaty day in the south. Such days often drove those with less sense than the few scruples they possessed into places where they could lounge and drink. According old Howa, Ralston and the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer, were exactly the person and place to locate any of the names and faces on the various wanted posters he carried.

Maria was hopeful but worried. According to the old woman in the Mayor's office this Dwarf, Ralston, over at the local watering hole for caravaneers, smugglers, and locals alike was the most likely person to have a lead on anyone possibly involved exploiting a headstrong teenager. She was moving there as fast her legs would carry her.

Mezah had been standing a person further back in the line to speak with the old clerk in the Mayor's office when she overheard, completely by accident of course, as the Dwarf female asked about a missing girl, a runaway she had said. Once the Dwarf left and the next person seemed to be consulting on a matter for the Mayor's upcoming ball, Mezah decided waiting was not in her best interest. She needed to know what advice the old crone had given the dwarf and quickly made her way to catch up. She made to the street in time to see the Dwarf as she entered the tavern across the way.

The Halfling fighter Doven Tallbarrow had herd that there was usually a nightly brawl for coin in a local tavern, a place that was rumored to sell beer in buckets. He figured he was in the right place when he saw the sign; the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer. Smiling he made his way towards his next paying fight.

Tarek Darksturm tied off his mount and stretched. The riding had been long and hot and a cool beer in a chill-touched bucket sounded mighty fine at the moment. Stepping up onto the porch he shocked to see a towering Goliath at the far end of the porch.

Vogryn patted a mount tied to the hitching post as he walked up onto the porch. It occurred to him that he was now close enough to Barronia, the capital city that named the Kingdom still drew a chuckle from him, but it would be a good town to stop riding a slow moving caravan and ride in on his own mount. He had heard the caravan guards say the this tavern sold beer in buckets. Good, he needed a beer. Stepping up onto the porch he saw another man in armor at the far ended gawking at him.

Vogryn and Tarek stood staring. Both wore the tabard of the Knights Order.

Walking along with the troops called out earlier as he entered the town, Brother Samuel was talking with the sergeant who led the troop into an effort to track down a large Gnoll pack, more likely a roving tribe that had wiped out a clan of Half-Orcs in a small ville north of Vandis. The tracker, and old Ranger named Longwalker, had found the tracks of one Half-Orc. The only survivor of the encounter with the Gnolls was left to their own devices when Longwalker determined they had slipped away from the Gnolls and were making a beeline for Vandis in the swamps.

Yrpish was striding through the center of town, dodging caravaneers and passengers alike as he strode towards the Civic Center. He had to inform the Mayor about the attack on his clan. He had to get help and organize a search party for survivors or for justice. He was nearing the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer when he spotted the troops waling towards the tavern. They looked tired and muck strewn. Freshly much strewn. Then it occurred to him to listen. The sergeant of the troops was talking to a big human, a cleric no less, about going after 'those Gnolls' again in the morning.

Una Emberkettle was quickly copying recipes into her own book. She had spent the morning talking with the old Elf cook, Hera Spicelocks, about her collection of spicy soup recipes. But, with the influx of people from the caravans she knew she would soon loose her opportunity to speak with Elf as Hera would be needed in the kitchen.

Farlindir was idly playing a lively tune. With the steady increase in patron in the Ye Olde Bucket he was hopeful that he would soon be turning a few coins. As people entered he surprised to see the eclectic mix of people; a Goblin, a Gnome, many Dwarves, two soldiers were staring each other down along the length of the porch, several attractive females, and there was a muck covered Half-Orc staring down a soldier in the crowd. Yes, he would make a few coins today.

Despite the action; playing bards and dancing people, busy servers and dining patrons, bragging soldiers and praying priests, a notice appeared on the bulletin board.

Mezah's eyes flickered over to the conversation which had drew her attention but like a passing breeze the respite, that briefest of lights-was gone.

...No..

Mezah who understood the value human interaction and most importantly the laws of supply and demand felt her rational and more measured nature crumble before the weight of needing to know. She detached, moving as if compelled by gravity or so other primal force that ordered the universe (perhaps less subtly than she would have under better circumstances) and followed in Maria's wake and before she disappeared into the tavern. She stood, framed in the doorway for a second as she adjusted to the sights and sounds which lay within as she scanned the room for the dwarf that she had seen (Maria).

"For now Longwalker we should eat and rest. Killing Gnolls is never easy even with the One God behind you."

Knut fids his way into the Tavern. He hoped the name implied the truth, given the amount him and his kin could drink. Once inside he speaks to them in the dwarven tongue. From the sounds of it he was a native speaker and not a learned scholar of the language. After a moment they each pass up gold coin each to the small dwarf. He then adds one of his own to the small pile and approaches the bar. Catching the eye of the Dwarf behind the bar, he waves him over and still speaking in the dwarven tongue, talks to the bar keep.

The tall halforc had been walking and swimming for days, having taken the long way around to Vandis and making sure he wasn't followed. Cold camps in tree canopies, walking where the dry land was no matter the direction it took you cause it was dry, and the occasional waist-deep stroll through the drink. He hoped the buckets the beer came in were big. But first things first.

Yprish listened for long enough to make sure they were talking about his clan, and coughed. "Sergeant? You been lookin for gnolls what kilt some folk? Guess you was trackin 'em a'forehand, cause I came here quick as I could without gettin spotted. Quick as I could, but it's slow goin' in the bayou if'n you ain't got no boat. Lucky I had my kit, I suppose. Sure ain't feel lucky...

"Sergeant, I reckon them's the gnolls kilt my kin, an I'm lookin to set things a'right."

Horace Emberkettle's middle daughter grabbed Spicelocks' sleeve to stay her, brown eyes tinged with orange rapidly darting over the recipes and notes she'd transcribed in halfling (the obvious language for cookbooks!) and pointed to one of the notes, ink darkening her finger

"Alright, alright, I'll let you go after this, promise! Yes I did say that ten minutes ago, and a half hour before that. But see here, this stuff, elf hazel? You're saying it can be cooked? Cooked, cooked?"

Una smacked a hand to her thigh, letting out a little chuckle

"My gran had a pot of lotion made from the stuff, she used to use it to lighten scars and weathering. She smacked my bottom awful when I took a pinch of the stuff. Never thought you could cook with it!"

A wide smile broke across the halfling's face as she scribbled more notes in her book, her quill dipping into the ink with speed almost frantic, like a needle repairing a dress as it was worn to dance.

"Now the thing is . . . I don't know any elvish. Elven? Elfese? Don't know elfspeak, and some of these words . . . well I wrote them as best I could but you're gonna need to look this over for the spelling if I'm to have any chance of finding them at market! Orrrrrrrrr . . . "

She sprinkled sand on the new words, gingerly.

" . .. could be you cook up these soups some time, let me taste them. I know a spice or two when I taste them. Oh you should taste brass salt! What . . . oh right, you don't have that here."

"Please sit down."

Samuel pushed a chair out under the table with a long leg.

"I'm not a Sergeant young man, well not anymore. And Longwalker here sees a great many things most folk would miss. He's just been at this too long to fool him."

"Tell us your story. Added to what we already know it will help us to track these murderers and prevent more harm."

Yprish nodded and sat down. "Name's Yprish, after my great-granddaddy. Died day a'fore I was born and momma figured that would just make sense. Don't know how much you know of these parts, but we got kin down round-about Leist-Cairn by way of my uncle's family. Daddy and him got to feuding over this stretch of green, cattle kept trampin the barley stalks going down to the stream to drink, and nobody wanted to spend the time building a blamed fence to keep 'em out. Came to blows, it did.

"So my brothers, sisters, ma, pa, an Kricksa and all them pulled up stakes. Headed out to set new ones. That was ten years gone now and we had a cozy time, even if we was just scratchin a living... it was our livin."

He paused, licking his lips a few times and taking deep breath before continuing.

"Now, I says all that cause ain't no way we was in any kind of gnoll-huntin land. Ain't no way. I been trappin the bayou since I could swim and ain't one time I seen one o' them's tracks. Nawsir. No gnolls there'bouts.

"So when I sees them's foot-paws on the trail up to mee-maw's I knew something was... was wrong. Don't know what I could tells ya. You seen what they done. What they left."

He took another deep breath.

"I seen 'em do it. I seen 'em hanging Hrashu and them by their hands, taking bites of their legs. I seen em make ... make Roose watch..."

He stopped, and the reality of it all sunk in now he was saying it.

He sniffed. "There was one. Biggest one. Shock of white hair running down the back of his neck. All the other was listenin to him, doing what he said. They mostly snarled, but if'n they said that one's name it was something like, Gwantu'ru? Gransuku? Said it often enough, and I weren't far, but I ain't know fer sure. I snuck up, tucked into the roots of a cypress. Nothin I could do. By the time I got there they'd mostly had their fun. Mostly. Reckon they... they was getting bored."

Yprish spat in his hand and slammed it down on the table.

"Y'all can do what you want with them others. But I want in, cause I'm gonna wear that Gwantu'vu summbitch's head fer a hat."
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Malcolm d'Tor stepped off the caravan. He was a tall man in his late twenties. Dressed in finer clothes than most, he immediately stood out from many of the travelers that were attached to the caravan from the north. He sought out the caravan master, "I will not be returning with you. The family already knows." He said with a smile. "When you're done here, I'll buy you a drink. It's the least that I can do." Malcolm disappeared into the crowd only his light brown hair marked his position.

As Malcolm stepped up to the porch of the Ye Olde Bucket, he spotted a note on the bulletin board. "Excuse me." He said as he stepped around the people gathered on the porch. He was drawn to the note as he was an avid reader.
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The rumors were true. And a little off. And the results were grand. And made the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer fortune in beer sales.

A young Elf maiden, mere child on the verge of adulthood, lined up two dozen metal pails. Each looked to be able to hold around a gallon of water. Into each a young Elf lad, who was undoubtedly the maiden's twin, began pouring a quart of water into each bucket.

Onlookers smiled or goggled at the twins. Once the preparations were ready the pair did a bit of a prancing wind up and cast cantrips from either side of the assembled buckets. Hoary frost formed and and the ice turn to solid blocks instantly. There was the ping of frozen metal. People clapped. When the twins began topping each bucket with frothy dark ale people began shouting encouragements.

Many onlookers were relieved. Stories told of the chill touch being used to chill the beer. That was a deadly spell to cast on innocent beer for dry throats! But Frostbite, now that was a spell of a different vintage indeed. And, why not cast it on buckets for beer.

Food orders rolled off of tongues almost as fast as summons for buckets of chilled stout. The menu on the wall read;

1 bucket with 2 mugs............4 silver
 add fresh bread and butter.....1 silver
 add spiced turtle soup (bowl)..2 silver
 add apples or peaches (whole)..1 silver
 add venison stew (bowl)........4 silver
 add venison cutlets............3 silver
 add venison cutlets and eggs...5 silver
 add spiced fish soup (bowl)....4 silver
 add spiced frog pie............3 silver
 add spiced lintel soup.........2 silver
 add tip (and you will tip).....1 silver

The Dwarf running the bar stood on a tall stoop at the back of the counter and shouted towards the bard saying, "Hey, you play us a dance tune. Something lively to go with the spicy soup and uplifting to suit this fine chilled stout from my cousins in the Fortress Mountains."

People cheered. Money and beer flowed.

Despite not really minding the change in climate from his native land, Jaylan once again ran an old rag over his lower face and the back of his neck. It was hot enough, but the confines of a Sallet Helm made it feel like he was wearing an oven on his head. Still, he would rather that than even have the possibility of having his identity known and any repercussions falling on his family.

Having already questioned old Howa, the heavily armed and armored man made for Ye Olde Bucket with all haste. Not only to line up some new bounties, but to get out of the heat and quench the thirst that had been building in him from the dust of the road.

Once inside, the lithe man did what he always did when he entered into an unfamiliar tavern. He scanned the room to see if anyone had a dagger or arrow ready for his back (which happened more often than you might think), and then he looked for any faces that might be on his wanted posters. You would be moon-eyed at how many men were caught through a simple coincidental meeting.

That done, he went over to the bar and gently knocked on the wood to get the Dwarf's attention.

"I'll take a bucket, a bowl of your venison stew, and a loaf of bread. And if'n you might point me in the direction of Ralston, I would appreciate it," Jaylan rumbled from the hidden darkness of his helm.

While he waited, the bounty hunter rested his hands on the well-worn hilts of his wicked looking bolo-knives, and surveyed the room again, looking for threats and prey once again. The situation in places like this were always fluid and changing.

The stout dwarf with an auburn, neatly trimmed beard made a beeline for the bar. Quickly stopping in front of the church of the one-god to fold her hands in prayer. Maria was dress in the attire of a sister of the one god. Black robes and a black cowl covered her head. Wrapped around her back the intricately carved warhammer. The Father had told her it had belonged to her clan. It was good to see it out of its case for the first time since she'd left the orphanage. She ran her fingers along the face of a long dead dwarf.
Opening the tavern door, the sister nodded respectfully at those nearby and made her way quietly to the bar. She looked at the dwarf across from her and smiled "I'll take a bit of that stew and some warm tea please?" She needed to stay sharp. She looked around suspiciously for a moment, "I've been told that you're the man to talk to about finding information?"
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In reply to Una Emberkettle (msg # 6):

Standing near the entrance, not in the way but neither too far from the exit, Noza watch the bar with an amused grin. They really were serving beer in buckets.

The explorer's feet ached, and a small blister was somehow forming between two of her toes. She viewed the menu with cautious anticipation, and was rewarded when she saw they sold peaches. They were wonderful drupes that must come from this region as she'd not encountered them elsewhere. As she approached to order it, buttered bread, and lentil soup, she could not help but overhear Una talk about elvish ingredient lists.

"Were I back home I could help you," she said half to herself slowly, in a distinct accent, "I learned the old elf language when I was young, Rivertown has many who live there. But I've no idea what the right words are for the plants and animals that live here."

Tarek watched with fascination at the hectic and busy activity in Vandis. The knight commander had mentioned to the young squire about what to expect once he arrived and to be prepared. However, the words did not serve justice to Vandis. He glanced around in surprise and awe. He turned around to see everything and then he spun around once more. While there were three main structures, it still appeared to overwhelm the youth. He caught himself staring at Vogryn and a broad smile betrayed his excitement as he observed the tabard. Tarek closed this fist and gently tapped his heart in salute to his fellow brethren.

Tarek approached Vogryn and extended his hand in greeting. "By the stars this is a most welcome site. I am Tarek Darksturm and it is an honor to have a fellow brother from the Order. What news do you have? Come lets us tarry no further and lets have an ale and some food. I hear beautiful and lively music that is coming from the tavern."

Tarek peered into the tavern and smiled at the music and festivities.  He smiled even further while listening to the music from Farlindir. He took out a few silver pieces and approached him. "Pray please play some more. After the long and dusty ride this is a most welcome respite. Please take no offense if I am overstepping the mark but I would love to hear some more." Tarek offered the three silver pieces.

Tarek motioned back towards Vogryn and waived him to follow him.

"Looking for Ralston," the Dwarf laughed hard and loud. "I'm Ralston. Maybe you ought to take of the bucket and fill it with beer! Oh, no, wait, get the lass there to frost it over for you. Then you could cool off that overcooked brain! I'm Rolston you fool."

Turning his face to Maria he suddenly had a change in demeanor and used his fingertips to smooth over the handlebars of his mustache, "Hello, lass, and yes I'm the Dwarf you are looking for. Now, what can old Ralston due for you?"

As he spoke to Maria, Ralston snapped his fingers and signaled for a serving girl to come over. She was tall and lovely, busty and sweaty, and a Half-Elf to boot. But her demeanor was all work, her smile was fixed and her gaze said keep your hands to yourself soldier.

"Oders please, Kali, and a bucket for the pot headed fool here on the house." Ralston said with a silver tongue.

"Coming right up." Kali replied with a roll of her eyes. The last time Ralston went to be with someone he didn't have to pay first Kali was a child. Or younger.

Letting go of Hera's sleeve, Una turned to consider this newcomer.

"Well it's worth a try, pull up a seat! Rivertown elfese likely has some of the same words even so."

Signalling to the likely overworked server, Una waved them over and turned to Noza while turning the book towards her.

"What can I get for you? A drink for some preliminary consulting sound fair?"

The lady dwarf smiled, blushing, "Yes, well, I am looking for a runaway. Human girl fifteen lovely and acts before she thinks. I'm afraid just the type to be taken advantage of. Her name is Gabizi. Do you know if anyone has seen her?" Maria slid a gold piece into his hands. "Please she's a very sweet girl."

"Kali, ma'am, A Bucket with 3 cups and bread and venison stew for the three of us."

When she made it to them Samuel palmed her a gold piece.

"My name is Samuel and I understand the love of family Hoss but...can you do anything besides swamp farming and absolutely top notch swearing?"

"Because I've got no great desire to take you on a Gnoll hunt just finish off your family once and for all."

"I've literally got God on my side and I'm not guaranteed to survive taking on a Gnoll Warband."

"You understand?"

In reply to Una Emberkettle (msg # 16):

"I will accept your terms," Noza said, sitting nearby, "as at the very least I know what the words for amounts and measures are. We'll learn the rest together. The elves of Rivertown are skilled at baking, an art and science that mystifies me. It seems like you have that part covered. My name is Noza." The rogue glanced at the dwarf Ralston announcing himself. The other dwarf's story sounded like work, and she was tired, but world treks typically did not pay for themselves, and a rescue mission was cleaner work than some jobs she'd taken.

In reply to Maria (msg # 17):

Ralston sighed. He looked side to side and then seemed to choose his words, "Them that does such things locally are known to me, but in all honesty I could never cotton to such business. I'm an honest thief and fence. I am sorry, but, have you read the new bulletin. The author of that seems to quite a power. Maybe working for her would help you. Powerful friends can make life easier after all."

(OOC: It came up in a PM that there was some confusion about the bulletin posted. I left in the introduction and didn't really think to re-post it here. My bad.)

The bulletin on the all of the 'Ye Olde Bucket of Beer' had only been up for a day and was already the talk of all Vandis. The town was simply abuzz with rumors and speculations. Many a merchant had already begun to stock iron rations, arrows, and bear grease to keep the mosquitoes away...

The taproom of the Olde Bucket was filled with curious types of all races. They drank, well, buckets of beer and spoke loudly stating their thoughts on the bulletin. All considered the employment offered for the payment was handsome indeed. But, who was this Morganna Druall?

The bulletin had come in the night. No one from Artur the bar dwarf to Elsie the serving girl who worked the early morning hours had seen anyone pin the parchment to the bulletin board. Yet, there it was.

My name is Morganna Druall, Mistress of Shadow and Fire, and I have need strong willed and stout hearted adventurous people who have the daring to undertake a quest of great importance. You will sign into a contract of employment with Myself in the pursuance of stolen property that I sorely desire to be returned. Be warned the task at hand is fraught with perils and will require travel into the wilds, confrontations with both beast and foes, and will take considerable devotion to complete. For those in My employee I can guarantee the payment of one platinum piece per day, equipage and travel expenses, lodgings when reporting to me, and death benefits paid the beneficiary of your choice. Please apply in person on the fifteenth day of the month beginning in the morning hours after breakfast. I will interview all who apply in person and select those whom I feel most capable of achieving my goals.

Jaylan bit back a sharp reply. Some people could use a good cuff on the back of the head to straighten them out, and teach them manners. But Dwarves were hard-headed and hard to intimidate. And he seemed to be well liked. So the bounty hunter wisely held his tongue.

"Well then, I exchanged some words with old Howa. She told me you were the Dwarf to see if I wanted to know the names and faces of those with bounties on their head. I've been on the road for some time, and I'd like to get to work as soon as I've had a good meal, if you please," Jaylan replied, trying to make his natural gravel sound less rough, and thus more pleasant.



"...Thank you, good Dwarf. If times are peaceful, and you are blessed to be bereft of criminals, I'll take any mercenary work you might in the area..." the bounty hunter said through a smile that looked more like a grimace, after he had taken a steadying breath.
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@ Brother Samuel

Yprish leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. "Dunno where you come from, mister, but I been down in the bayou long as you like. I know where the gators stuff their kills to tenderize 'em, I know you don't put that tree moss in yer hair lest you want chiggers or a copperhead along with it, and I knows you don't wear that," he gestured at Samuel's chainmail, "or you gonna get a face-to-face with the bayou's underside, Godly hootin' in your corner or no.

"But," Yprish pointed a muscular arm to the spear he'd leaned by the door and gave a grin, "I reckon I also know that you stick the pointy end in the gnoll before you gut 'em, skin 'em, and mount 'em."
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In reply to Noza (msg # 19):

The smile on Una's face grew wider, her cheeks dimpling as she seemed to seethe with joy

"Una Emberkettle, of the Lowbend Emberkettles. I'm pleased to meet you Noza! And, further, to hear of your relative blank page status when it comes to baking! I shall have to prepare a small kit for you, for when I see you next."

She patted her haversack

"I try my best, when someone tells me they don't know how, to make a little package so they have all the spices and goods they need to try. Anyone can cook, or bake, or brew a passable road beer (expect me) and it would be my delight to help you discover a new passion. In the meantime though . . . "

Una tapped her own drink, empty

"There was the question of what you're drinking in exchange for your help translating?"

In reply to Game Dude (msg # 21):

Maria nodded looking slightly disappointed. Looking up she herself gave a sigh. She grabbed the bartenders hand and gave it a squeeze. "thank you very much for your help sir." the sister stood up from her stool, downing her tea in practiced ease of a dwarf. She headed over to the bulletin board to read the new job on display. She nodded to herself. Maybe this would help her get answers.

Tarek wound his way through the tavern nodding to those that he passed. Many appear to be engrossed in conversation and he did not want to interrupt. As he approached the barkeep, he greeted the Dwarf.

"Master Dwarf, if you please I would like to order a bucket of ale and two mugs. Also some venison stew would not go amiss."

He paused then continued. "Pray sir I would most interested in offering my services, such as they are, to this Morganna Druall, I read the bulletin and as I understand the issue  her property was stolen I would like to assist. I am new to this area but I have been tasked to seek out those in need and further the cause of good. Can you tell me more of this person or what was stolen?"
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Malcolm stepped up to the bar to place his order. "I'll have the same order." He said after Tarek. He didn't disguise his interest in learning more about Morganna Druall, when Tarek asked his question.

After the barkeep answered...

The young man turned to Tarek and introduced himself, "Name's Malcolm. I'm interested in helping out Madam Druall as well. I just arrived with the d'Tor caravan from the north."

Knut and the dwarves he was with had managed to fit themselves at a table. Between them all they had already drank down six buckets of ale, and two rounds of the venison stew. All in all they seemed to be having a merry time. Picking up Malcolm and Tarek speaking of the bulletin that was posted, Knut decides to introduce his self to the tow. "I'd much the same thought as you two gentleman." He says as he approaches them. The Gnome's voice is heavy with the dwarvish accent. "Beg your pardon for the interruption. Names Knut. Caravans come from the western mountains for some trade. Be on this side of of the land for a time, and I've an interest in having a bit more fun than just travel."

Maria heard the others speak, "Excuse me gentlemen? Are you speaking about this bulletin?" the dwarf turned to the gnome, "Would you mind much if I accompanied you to the meeting? I have some questions to ask the Lady" Maria smiled, "My names Maria, Sister Maria"

 "By the stars this is a most welcome site. I am Tarek Darksturm and it is an honor to have a fellow brother from the Order. What news do you have? Come lets us tarry no further and lets have an ale and some food. I hear beautiful and lively music that is coming from the tavern."

"I am Vogryn, from the Cloudlands.". He responds to Tarek.  "Little news enough.  Monsters hunt, and I hunt them.  I was sent by Lady Jestra to swear the oath to the order.
 What brings you here?"

In reply to Vogryn (msg # 30):

Malcolm stepped back Sister Maria interrupted the two. He smiled and gave a nod of his head. "Yes, of course, I would like your company... And you as well." The young man craned his head to see the Goliath, who towered over his height. "Vogryn, a pleasure." Malcolm stepped back and peered around the dwarf. "I'm sorry, I heard you but didn't see you, Knut." He made a quick mental count, "That makes five. Shall we get a table?"

"Barkeep, please put their meals on my tab!"

"So your a strong lad with a pointed stick and that's all?"

Samuel looked mildly disappointed but smiled and held up a finger.

"One, we just tracked you right through your swamp, dressed just like this, and we're still alive and above the mud. So that's one point for the One God, zero for Hoss' bravado."

Then a second one.

"Two, there's something you're not telling. But that's alright. Sometimes the One God allows me to know things that are none of my damn business."

"Maybe you'll trust me enough to let me in on it some time."

Another finger.

"How about we team up and first chance we get we kill a bunch of Gnolls and burn their heads on a Pyre to Ator so he can kick their asses for eternity in The Afterwar?"

"I wont turn down free Ale. Though don't say I didn't warn you. I drink like them dwarves I travel with, so you may want to think about more than a single bucket." As he speaks Knut gestures to the table he had come from. Finding a table Knut settles his self in with the small group. "May be best to learn a bit about each other and what skills we can offer. For my self I've touch of blessing and can do some healing if the need arises. I'm also skilled in some illusion magic, and have worked with investigations a time or two before."

Maria put her hammer down on the table, "Healing, now that is a very special talent. There is a father at my orphanage who has such a skill truly a blessing.You'll have to tell me what it's like living with dwarves." she smiled sadly.
Maria folded her hands nodding at the others. "I have a keen eye to sus out lies and a sharp tongue. And while I do not condone corporal  punishment, this is for the soul who have truly gone against the One God" she patted the hammer gently.

The priest's finger-punctuated list elicited a chuckle.

"'We tracked you'?" he asked dryly and leaned forward. "'We.' Well didja now." He looked over at Longwalker. "Good thing you had him along elsewise you still been lost chasin yer own tail."

He looked back at Samuel. "Yeah, I know Walker. I know he been down the bayou afore I was whelped. Maybe afore you too. Him giving you the tour sure was mighty nice. But if he take fools in the bayou, like as not he ain't taking them back out... on purpose, mind. So I suppose you ain't a fool, just real confident like. Reckon that's one of them things what God does for you.

"So all right, Sammy: you're on. Big ol fire of gnoll heads'll do. All save one: that white stripey one's mine."

He leaned back in his chair and looked back and forth. "So... I get a badge or something? Heh heh... 'Nawsir,'" he said in a pretended conversation, "'that's Dep'ty Hoss to you.' Ha. Yeah. That'll do fine."

Tarek turned to Malcolm and returned the greeting. "Greetings and well met indeed. My name is Tarek Darksturm and I have recently just arrived from Barronia, just 10 leagues north from here. I believe we have a common goal here and understand that Lady Druall was wrongly assailed of her property and no doubt some curl is to blame."



Tarek nodded towards Knut. "Indeed and well met as well. It is well to take in relaxation when on business. This is by all accounts a well suited town for trade. What news of thee from the west?"
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"I too was dispatched by my Knight Commander to travel the length of the land for one year's time to seek those in need and assist. I am on the final steps to complete my entry into the order as well. After one year, I am to return to regale the stories to the Order."

In reply to Una Emberkettle (msg # 24):

"Oh, thank you, Una Emberkettle, but unless I misread the writing there is only one drink being offered." The woman rested her staff against the nearby wall and rubbed her ankles a little. "I will give baking a chance, I am often not with an oven available to do it but I do enjoy the food arts. I did make an oven out of clay once, but it's purpose was for warmth in a cold place. Not like it is here."

A tall Elf walked into the tavern. She was lean and athletic, moving with grace and confidence, and made her way over to a low table in one corner that often served as an impromptu stage. She carried a Bouzouki made from polished cherry wood, chased in silver, and looking like it cost more than than a suit of plate mail.

She wore an elegant robe like garment that looked to made of black silk and leather over a pairs black silk trousers that ran into tall leather boots. The various buckles, buttons, embellishments, and jewelry that adorned her clothing looked to be worth another fortune. A broad crimson sash around her waist held back a pair of dagger that stuck up over each hip and scimitar that gave of a pale silvery radiance hung just behind her left hip.

She was a very beautiful Elf, with deep gray eyes, long silvery hair, and very pleasant features. Her smile seemed genuine and she was either oblivious to the typically crude comments that assailed such performers from the crowd or experienced enough to simply ignore them. Either way she ascended the makeshift stage and prepared to play.

"I bring you greetings from Morgana of the way, Mistress of the Dark Mysteries, and curious employer to those with stout hearts and wondering souls." She said in loud clear voice. It was beguiling really, but then, what High Elf ever sounded anything less than regal at the center of attention.

She raised the Bouzouki and began a faint tune. The pace of her strumming was quick, the beat was pulse quickening, and the music seemed to grow in volume without effort. After several cords introducing the beat she began singing.

Ooh it's so good, it's so good
It's so good, it's so good
It's so good

The Elf began to sway a bit, tapping her foot and occasionally giving a dance step.

Ooh I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love, I'm in love
I'm in love

A trio of local bards began playing, joining in with a conga drum, a cow bell rattle, and a lute. The kept time, following her well despite obviously not knowing the song.

Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love

I feel love
I feel love
I feel love

Ooh fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free, fall and free
Fall and free

People began clapping, and dancing, and often chanting the occasional lyric here and there. The music drew more people into the tavern. More beer was drank, more food was eaten, and yet she sang on.

Ooh you and me, you and me
You and me, you and me
You and me

Ooh I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love

Her voice echoed of the walls around the tavern. Couples drew closer, arm in arm and often rose to dance together where they sat.

I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love

Ooh, I got you, I got you
I got you, I got you
I got you

Ralston did a jig as he worked the bar. Others watched as the Elf mesmerized and dazzled with he elegant and quick movements and steady upbeat playing.

Ooh, What you do, what you do
What you do, what you do
What you do

Ooh, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love
I feel love

The music sped towards its crescendo. Her voice rose subtly in time with the music.

I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love
I feel love

She ended with a flourish of notes, dancing, and a flirty smile that made people stand and applaud. She was panting, having worked up a light sweat. She bowed extravagantly. Coins were tossed onto the table at her feet, many struck the wall and floor by accident, a few even bounced off the ceiling.

"Thank you good people, I am Venus Humm." She said with a broad smile. "It has been my pleasure to play for you today. As per the instructions of the Mistress of the Dark Mysteries I bid you eat, drink, and make merry."

With that she ripped open a bag concealed inside of her robe-like garment and golden coins poured across the floor.

"Be it known that Morgana will arrive tomorrow to consider the stories of those that would seek to sojourn across the land on her behalf to retrieve that which is lost." The Elf, Venus Humm, verily proclaimed.

Just unexpectedly as her arrival, she strode out of the bar without looking into the crowd draping the instrument across her back. Outside she mounted a tall black stallion and rode out of town casually.

Yprish leaned over and nudged Samuel. “Dunno what Onesie has to say bout romantical hay-rolls, but unless I’m plum stupid, that there Venus is more trouble than all the gnolls you care to scuffle.”

Malcolm watched the show with keen interest. He clapped along with the beat. He joined Venus with the chorus.

...
I feel love.
I feel love.
I feel love.

It was obvious to those at his table that Malcolm was tone deaf for he did not match the pitch or treble of the singer at all. As the song ended, Malcolm tossed several silver coins and a couple of gold to the stage. He leaped to his feet and applauded loudly.

When Venus ripped open the concealed bag that held the coins, Malcolm bent down and picked up several gold coins that was within his grasp. "Where did she go?" Malcolm asked as he stood looking to and fro.
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"It would appear that tonight's food and drink are on the house." Ralston called over the raucous chatter as people snatched at coins and placed more orders. A cheer went up that sounded very much like a general melee. "Courtesy of Madame Morgana."

(OOC: anyone who cares to can roll a d6 and gain that many gold pieces before the floor is cleared. Do not worry about spending any more money, if you haven't paid for anything yet, then you won't need to after this.)

In reply to Noza (msg # 38):

"Ooooh clay ovens! Those are some of the best kind. A big metal one's good for bread and roasts, but a clay oven? One word, chicken. With herbs. One word, chickenwithherbs."

As coins clattered to the floor, Una's sight darted to them and back to her companion, and she shrugged

"Excuse me . . . "

She was down and grabbing a few coins and up again before long, stuffing them in a pocket in her jerkin

"A few coins never go wrong when hunger, thirst and lumpy beds loom in the shadows."

Vogryn reaches out his hand, as the coins are thrown.  Only one lands in his palm, mostly because it is so large.  He quickly puts it in his pouch.  "Eet seems, leettle brrotherr, dat dees Morgana may be an eenterresting starrt to our quest.". He says to Tarek, as he takes a during from the bucket he ordered earlier, his hand wrapping neatly around it
  "What do you deenk?". His deep voice heavy with a Petropovloskian accent.
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"Do not disrespect the One God...but you are Unquestionably correct. What an end it would be though Hoss, what an end it would be..."

Tarek stood frozen as he watched the Venus leave the tavern. His mouth was wide open as he watched the Elven woman leave. Tarek was oblivous to everything else, even the sound of the gold clattering on the floor. He blinked a few times to clear his vision as everything else appeared to be out of focus. The melodic sounds of her voice still resonated in his mind and only Vogryn's word brought back his attention. He cough, trying to demonstrate some composure.

He looked up at Vogryn and cleared his throat. "Ummm.. yes, interesting to say the least brother. I wager we will learn more on the morn."

Tarek glanced down and spied a single gold piece. He picked it up and then looked for someone that he thought needed it the most in the tavern and placed it in their hands.

Jaylan watched the performance with some intensity. Exactly what emotions he was feeling was a bit difficult to distinguish with only his lower jaw visible, but he certainly didn't turn away. When the coins went into the air, his right hand snapped out like a striking serpent, and came back with three glittering coins, which quickly vanished into his belt pouch. If there was one thing the bounty hunter never turned down, it was readily available riches, freely given.

"Well, that woman knows how to make an entrance...and watching her leave isn't bad either..." Jaylan grunted, half to himself, and half to Ralston.

Aside from the delights of sight and sound, the young man had to admit that he was intrigued by the offer. A herald in that rich clothing spoke of a patron with very deep pockets indeed. Perhaps wanted posters could wait for a bit. Taking a sip of the frosty ale that he had ordered, he considered his options.

From the snippets of conversation he could hear, others were considering her offer as well. More bodies meant a small split, but the job might require many sets of hands. As soon as he got his meal, he might mingle with them, see if any of them were worth anything in a crisis.

OOC Mechanics
16:45, Today: Jaylan Cairn rolled 3 using 1d6.  Coin Catch.

In reply to Sister Maria (msg # 34):

Mezah hounded Maria's footsteps but from afar. Once Maria was in a more social setting the Mezah approached.

<goldenrod>"Ah, excuse me-sister?"</golderod>

Knut looks a little confused at the way the crowd reacts to the Elf woman's song. He didn't have an ear for music, but to him it didn't seem like anything special. What intrigued him most was that his prospective employer had sent such a ruse ahead. He all but ignored the coins as they were tossed about. The lady would have a small army of people wanting to take up work with such free coin being tossed about.  "Looks like she'll have no end of idiots trying to get the job now." He grumbled loud enough for those at the table with him to hear.

In reply to Knut StoneHammer (msg # 49):

Malcolm took a moment to compose himself before he sat down. With a nod to Knut, "As we were speaking earlier. I've just arrived with the d'Tor caravans from the north. There's a small city near Lake Altier if you're familiar with the region. I have several skills with magic. I've been a student for many, many years." He turned to one of the others at the table to see who would speak next.

In reply to Una Emberkettle (msg # 43):

A frosted bucket is lifted onto the bar next to Noza and Una. A small pair of hands grasp the bar, and with a quick motion, the diminutive figure of a halfling hoists himself onto an empty stool. His clothes are slightly disheveled, though well made and clean. "Well now," the young halfling intones, "chicken with herbs. Of all the conversation I've overheard this evening, this seems the most sensible of all." He takes a drink directly from his bucket, then straightens himself in his seat. "Ah, that's better. Would you suffer my company for a while? I've been nearly stepped on several times tonight, even before all that gold was thrown around.  I'm Doven," he finishes, extending a hand to Una and Noza in turn. "Am I to understand one of you has taken on the noble pursuit of the culinary arts?"

"I'd be glad to suffer it if my new friend (are we friends? my new professional contact sounds so cold!) here doesn't mind."

Una thumped the bar as Doven asked his question

"Noza here is undertaking the most noble practice of baking. She hails from places where warmth and flavour are the words of the day, and I for one am even more excited to find a fellow of the smallfolk and roads to share in this new friend making!"

The night rolls on into a party that lasted long into the early morning. Powered by egos, fueled by several barrels of frostbitten beer, and made possible by bags of gold presented to Ralston to allow anyone and everyone to eat hardy, drink heavily, and revel until they could revel no more. Bards played. People sang and danced. It was fun. It was riotous. And, it was really, really messy.

The sun would rise and cast far too bright rays through the eastern facing windows at far too early in the morning. Like undead before a cleric, many fled the light for their own beds and shuttered windows.

Ralston, despite the fact that he owned half of the tavern, was nowhere to be seen. The smell of strong coffee, bacon, and fresh bread filled the tavern. Too many it was the cure to what would surely soon ail them. For others, it was just the fuel their nausea needed to threaten a catastrophic explosion of vomit.

Upon the makeshift stage sat an elegantly dressed Drow. She was tall with skin like living onyx. Her eyes were an odd shade of blue. As if they were blue with blue. And she long, curling hair like coils of fine silver wire. Her clothing bespoke of wealth without concern. She sat calmly with a bored expression that bespoke of some time spent waiting the revelers to come around.

"Good morning, my lovelies." She said.

Tarek wound his way towards the main area of the tavern. He stretched having a most wonderous sleep the night before. He was exhausted from the trip to Vandis yesterday but he was excited to finally begin his journey on the year long quest. The smell of the coffee was enticing him as well as the bacon. He glanced around the room and hesitated as he observed the Drow on the stage. A surprised look crossed his face as he was not expecting this but he quickly composed himself. He bowed and his awkwardness was evident.

"Good morning." He hesitated and continued. "I am Tarek Darksturm".

Vogryn came down the stairs.  He had enjoyed the party late into the night, but had retired to his room before midnight.  The floor had been hard, but it was better than the ground, and with his bedroll easily bearable.  The ceilings were low, for him, so he crouched as he moved down the stairs.  Till he was finally able to stand in the common room.  His eyes hardened when he saw the dark elf, but he remained neutral in stance.  "Mornink.". He replied to her.  Then after a moment assessing her, moved to get breakfast.

In reply to Mezah (msg # 48):

Maria was listening to the song when a lovely woman approached her, she turned and smiled invitingly at her, "Yes, what can I do for you my child?"

Malcolm managed to sneak away during the evening revelry. The young man had his share of debauchery but knew enough to steal himself away and find a private room for the night. He eventually found sleep even with the distant sounds from the common room.

The young noble left his room drawn by the scent of bread and bacon. He stopped at the table of food before his eyes fell on the figure at the stage. Malcolm bowed slowly before he made a plate of food for himself. Coffee, he took a healthy mug and found a table. He ate and drank while watching the drow. He had heard of such creatures but he never seen one up close until now!

"Malcolm d'Tor. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance. And you are?" He asked as he sipped his morning coffee.

A halfling cheerfully makes his way across the common room to retrieve a hearty breakfast. His clothes, which had grown more disheveled as the evening had progressed, are orderly once more. If he feels any negative effects of the night before, he doesn't seem to show them. He nods politely to the other patrons before taking a seat close to the makeshift stage where he can listen in to any open conversation.

In reply to Sister Maria (msg # 56):

"I hope that this doesn't appear too forward, but I was wondering what the old woman said to you earlier. About the runaway? You see I am trying to find my daughter..." Mezah began before a croak of sorrow bubbled up from her throat.

She turned away, her shoulders heaving twice before she turned back to Maria, her eyes wet with tears.

Yprish had left when the evening turned to revelry. He'd seen his whole clan murdered earlier that day and didn't feel like partying. Waste of blamed time. He'd told Brother Samuel he'd be back the next day, and he left.

When he showed up in the morning he'd hoped for more than a taven full of hangovers. He grabbed a cup of coffee and slapped some rashers of bacon between bread and waited to find out.

Knut had enjoyed the drink and food for much of the night. But knowing he needed to make a good showing, he didn’t partake as heavy as he might have. Of course his clan mates didn’t need to hold back, nor did they. He passed a few of the dwarves passed out along side the road as he made his way to the Tavern for some coffee and breakfast. The presence of the arrow woman surprised him, though he tried not to let it show. He gives her a slight job before joining Malcolm at a table.”Festive night that was.” He says before taking a drink of his coffee.

In reply to Mezah (msg # 59):

Maria's face took a look of concern, "Oh! Of course my dear. We will find your child, we can work together." if Mezah would let her Maria reached up to grasp her face, "That handsome bartender over there, I was told that he would know where to look, unfortunately he was a bit of a dead end BUT I hope to talk to that lovely singer and see if she knows something tomorrow. You are welcomed to join me"

Jaylan sauntered into the room with a small grin on the portion of his face that could be seen. He had enjoyed a night of revelry, had not consumed enough to regret it the next morning, and best of all, he hadn't had to pay for any of it. And to top it off, there was a potential high paying job lined up from this mistress of the something-or-other.

Life was looking up.

But then his keen ears heard the words "trying to find my daughter" and his helm whipped around. Finding people was what he did. Perhaps...

Without further thought, the big man walked over to the dark-skinned woman with tears streaming down her face.

"Pardon me. Don't mean to interrupt your conversation with the Dwarf lass. But if'n my ears didn't deceive me, I hear you child is missing? If so, I can offer you my services in looking. I'm Jaylan Cairn. I'm known to some. I find people, especially if'n they don't want to be found. I'd need to get paid for my work of course. But if'n I take the commission, I won't stop 'til I find them. Whatever their condition is," the bounty hunter rumbled, trying his best to appear understanding and sympathetic, despite this simply being just another job for him.

"By the looks of this tavern it would appear that my coin went to good use." Morgana says to no one in particular. "I see that many of you made it through the night. How many of you are interested in joining my employ?"

Una bounded down with a spring in her step, buoyed by the delight of fresh bread. Filling a cup of coffee and taking some bacon and bread, she approached Doven

"Good morning!"

Sitting down she tore the bread into chunks and fished in her haversack for a pot of some jam and another of some powder which she sprinkled in her coffee. Drawing her dagger she carved into the jam and spread it on her bread before sandwiching the bacon between the pieces

"Pepper jelly flavoured with these orange berries. Makes things spicy, got a taste for spice."

"What, exactly, are you hiring for milady?"

"My friend and I have pressing business but it is not impossible that our goals may coincide."

"I am in need of stouthearted adventurers, of course." She seemed intrigued now, less bored than before. "I have need of adventurers will to recover several artifacts for me. They were stolen from a property that I own. I will be seeking several pieces myself, but I fear that constraints on my time will not allow me to gather all of the artifacts. So, I am willing to pay handsomely, one platinum coin per day."

”I’ve an interest, though I have to wonder to the nature of the artifacts. “ Knut speaks up. ”Strictly speaking, the coin you offer is far beyond what would normally be offered for such a job. That begs the question as to why, and the intended purpose of the articles you wished recovered. “ Knut knew he may have over stepped a bit, but something bugged him about the job. He wasn’t sure what it was at the moment, but he knew enough not to rush a deal when your just started negotiating.

In reply to Una Emberkettle (msg # 65):

"Delightful! May I try some? I haven't found the locals here like much spice..." Doven engages Una in light conversation, but appears to be listening to snippets of conversation from the others as well.

Tarek watched with interest. He listened to the others and the other conversation when he he stepped forward. "Milady, I have been tasked by the Order of the Watch to seek out those in need and to assist whenever I am able. I too would like to understand the nature of what is needed. If this furthers the cause of good, then I would be interested."

Tarek waited for the reply from Morgana but he overheard Jaylan and he hesitated torn between Morgan's quest and the missing child. In his heart, he new the child was far more important and he respectively approached next to Jaylan and nodded towards Mezah.

"I too do not intend to interrupt but I could not but help to overhear the plight of your child. I am a Paladin for the Order of the Watch and you may have heard I have been tasked to assist those in need. In any case I assist my services, such as they are."

In reply to Doven Tallbarrow (msg # 69):

"Please do!"

The spread is quite spicy but also very sweet

"Where do you hail from Doven? I knew a few Barrows round where I grew up, ne'er a tall one though!"

Doven wastes no time in taking Una up on her offer. His eyebrows raise at the unique combination of flavors, but he seems to enjoy it. "Everywhere and nowhere," he replies in between bites. "Northern Viakandia is my home, more or less. Grew up with a traveling circus, so we've been pretty much everywhere there's a road to be traveled. And where do you hail from? I can't say I've come across this type of cuisine anywhere I've been."

"I am in need of immediate assist with the recovery an ancient tome and an a relic of the Great War the tore Vallorn asunder so many millennia ago. There is danger, the groups that stole these artifacts are competing with one another to get at the powers of the ancients that these artifacts could unlock. I do not want that to happen. The pay is there to pay you for that risk and to secure your loyalty." She replied. She spoke with a slightly haughty demeanor of someone who has grow accustomed to being in charge.

Malcolm turned to watch the drow, "Indeed I am interested in your request. But, you'll have to forgive me for being forward. What will do you with this artifact? What are your intentions."

Having retrieved his breakfast, and nice of coffee, Vogryn turns and takes a seat bearish to the Dark Elf lady, but at a separate table.  He listens intently to the conversation, and watches her as she speaks.  His mind considering the possibilities.

In reply to Malcolm d'Tor (msg # 75):


"What would a youngling like you know of intentions. Simply spouting out the information to artifacts to those unwilling to present loyalty is folly." She replied.

"I can't argue that we're all young compared to the drow." Malcolm allowed a smile to form on his face. "I'm sure that you're more powerful than I. So why don't you seek after this artifact yourself? I'm not interested in being your fodder. And have you simply follow us and swoop up after whatever befalls us. And we haven't even discussed how much you'll pay for our services."

"I suppose I have heard enough." Morgana said as she rose. Without another word she rose and walked out of the tavern to board a waiting coach. Everyone that had been following the interplay of words looked to Malcolm.

Knut shakes his head at the pressure the Drow was getting. When she goes to leave, Knut calls after her. “Mind not the lad! Head strong and lacking wisdom as he his. Let us at least see the contract you’d make with us. I for one am not opposing so long as the terms are favourable.” He want sure if this would allow her to reconsider, but it was worth a shot.

"Perhaps we can speak another time milady."

He headed back to the table with Yprish.

"I feel a bit of sympathy for those who came here in response to her post. It would appear the young knight has cost them all a job."

He sat back down and set to finishing breakfast.

Yprish shrugged and sipped his coffee. "Cost 'em a job or saved 'em a mess of trouble, one or t'other. But a woman like that? Nah, she playin hard to get. These folks head out and get in her hip pocket they ain't gonna get turned down... You tried any of that blood puddin?"

Ralston entered the Ye Olde Bucket of Beer with a tall, lean human. They were laughing to the point of crying over some bit of humor. Seeing the state of the place and the looks on many of the faces that had expected the opportunity to make a platinum piece per day they only laughed harder.

"Oye, you lot do look so forlorn. Well, most of you." Ralston said after he caught his breath. "This here is Manozo. He is my silent partner."

The man was well adorned in fine clothing, expensive boots, a purple cloak, and a elegant set of matched rapier and long dagger. He was a freshly shaven with a neatly waxed mustachio, perfumed hair, and a bright smile. Rings rode six fingers, two heavy chains of gold hung around his neck, and his belt buckle shone with the gleam of electrum. He was well appointed, very wealthy indeed, but owing to his company Ralston's partner was more rogue than politician.

"That is the second time she has done that this week." Ralston said. He waved a hand in a wide arc. "You can see, Manozo, no lack of fools for her errand. And her platinum. She is gone. Rode out of town moments ago with her attendants and a wagon in her wake."

The tall man stepped forward alone, he was old. Maybe the oldest human any of them had ever seen. Though he lo
oked remarkably hale for his age.

"For the woman of Riftono. I have news, a sorcerer name Heglund came through the town of Ovam forty miles to the north two days past with a beautiful girl from Riftono. He is headed to Lanis. Probably where he has a home." Manozo said. "For the Hafling of the Iron Mountains seeking the runaway girl. She is not in the realm of our associates, though she, too, was bound for Lanis to claim her inheritance."

"You knights of from the Council, seek out Brother Samuel there." Manozo said with pointing finger. "The cleric follows the aspect of war and is said to carry the blessings of the One God into battle. And soon he will be tracking down the Gnolls that killed a small village of that Half-Orcs kinfolks." Another finger pointed to Yrpish. "The men that will accompany them under that old tracker will need your strength and skill."

With than, Manozo strode into the back of the tavern like Don that had just addressed his family of thieves. Ralston waited for the man to leave and the Dwarf mounted a table.

"She is gone. If you want work the magistrate is offering a bounty on Gnolls of ten gold for each Gnoll brought in from the neck up. The mayor has agreed to match that. So, twenty gold per Gnoll head. Heads only." Ralston called out loudly. "This pack is large and it is led by the Gnoll known as the Umog to the Elf clans to the east. Yes, that's right, the Destroyer is among our waters again."

Knut shakes his head and downs the last of his coffee. "Forgive me for the comment, I meant not harm in it. Seems the job was lost, well before we spoke to her." Knut says to Malcolm. "Seems that Gnoll hunting may be the only sport to be had here, least you want to chase after the halfling girl."

In reply to Doven Tallbarrow (msg # 73):

"Oh that's wonderful! Travel's always been a dream of mine honestly. One day I just decided to get my feet to the road and start walking, as they say."

Una's smile faltered slightly when she was asked where she came from

"Oh, a small little halfling town near here. But I apprenticed in . . . eccentric circumstances."

Brother Samuel raised a hand to indicate himself when his name was called and simply waited for would be Gnoll Hunters to approach.

Yprish leaned over to Samuel, “How bout dat… we gonna find out if our boy just has trust issues with drow of if isn’t one of them general things.”

Tarek watched with surprise with the sudden turn of events. Shaking his head, he nodded towards Vogryn. Tarek sipped the last remnant of the coffee and approached Brother Samuel and Yprish. "Well that is interesting to say the least. To be honest those were fair questions to be asked of Morgana. My thoughts mirrored Malcolm."

He paused the continued. "My apologies. I am Tarek Darksturm of the Order of the Watch. I understand there was some incursion from Gnolls?"

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Doven continues to smile pleasantly, politely ignoring the question the other halfling seems to be avoiding. "Ah, well, I suppose we're all a bit eccentric in some way, eh?" Around another bite of bread with jam, he changes the subject. "Got any plans from here, then? Sounds like there's some adventure to be had." He nods, indicating the other patrons. "Not a bad way to see the world, if you're okay with sleeping on the ground more often than not. And it sometimes pays a good bit of coin. Sometimes."

"Well met Sir Tarek. These are Ypresh and Longwalker."

"In truth you were not rude to the Dark Elf woman."

"It's just that you started your interrogation while I was speaking to her. You were, in fact, rude to me."

Sam smiled.

"Let's put that behind us though. I'll explain in more detail when we have seen how many wish to join us."

He offered a big hand to shake.

"Where did you say the gnolls were found? To the north?" Malcolm asked as he continued to sip his cup of coffee. He turned and focused on each of the people in turn as if trying to gauge something.

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Tarek arched an eyebrow and there was a look of concern which quickly faded as he extend his hand. "Yes, agreed."

Maria walked up to the table with the halflings and elf, "Excuse me, you don't mind if I sit here do you? "

"Oh, of course!"

Una waved to an empty seat, smiling warmly

"But there's a cost! A toll, if you will! Who are you, and what's your business?"

Maria nodded, "My friend her and I are looking for two different girls that have gone missing, her daughter and a girl from my orphanage." she pulled up a seat, "Right! I'm Maria, and you?"

Una looked to Noza and Doven

"Well burn my loaves and puddings, two missing girls sounds like a problem! I can't offer much but my knowledge of cooking . . . "

Una put her elbow down on the table, her hand lighting up with an orange flame which wisped off in small red motes

"And a small dabbling of the magic, truth be told"

"Oh! Excellent! I've always greatly respected those with the discipline  to learn the arcane arts, I don't have the mind for it myself, you must have quite the gift"