[LPF] The Mightiest Weapon

Daylily shrugs at the parting threats. "If you wanting to be unfriendly at me, I am to be at Dunn Wright Drinking Place on tomorrow's nights. But you wills needing anothers two or three behind you, I am think, or the punchings between us wills not be fair."

Tensions easing, Quioan shoulders his bow, laughing at Daylily's naive bravado.

"So, if everything is resolved here, shall we continue on our way to Feador Farm?"

Quite relieved noone punched him in the face or slipped a knife in his ribs, Relic takes a deep breath once the thugs have gone.

"Yes, let's hurry before war breaks out"

OOC: Sorry, it's that Daylily is the roughest of the bunch in size and appearance, so naturally when he speaks I and the NPCs see his quiet speech as akin to an oncoming tornado.

IC: The party moves on, arriving at the door to the Feador Estate and Geese Farm within 20 minutes of leaving the woman they had rescued. The estate had a rich and well-tended garden that left a pleasant fragrance that overpowered a less strong odor of poultry. The door was answered by an elderly halfling in a sharp suit. The bushy-eyebrowed man would be considered short for even one of his own race. "Hmm. Mr Gadral and Mr Mimfred! To what do we owe the honor?"

"These men wish to speak with Lord Feador, sir. It is on an urgent matter, as they are investigating the death of Mr. Frickard."

"It would be an honor if he would see us. We promise not to take up too much of his time."

"Why, I hope you are not suggesting that the master have any intimate knowledge of the death. Please come in. I will take you to the waiting room and inform the Lord that he has guests."

The halfling escorts the group into the foyer, down a hallway to the left, and into the first room on the right. It is quite large with numerous couches and cushioned chairs to relax upon. Numerous painting of the Feador family line the walls along with several bookcases. A few small ivory statuettes of fantastic beasts lay as decorations upon short tables, and the light comes mostly from a glass dome above.

"Please do be careful when sitting, so that your weapons and your well-traveled clothing do not ruin the furniture," the man says, staring a tad longer at Daylily and Quioan. "I will fetch you refreshments while you wait. Do you have any preferences?"

"Do you haves geese-meats, or is more proper for peoples to hunt theys own geeses?"

"Some water would be much appreciated, thanks," says Quioan icily, having noticed the halfling's gaze as he warns about maintaining the finery. Although he had grown up among wealth himself, he nevertheless held contempt for the way most people demonstrated it, with frivolous decorations and pointless trinkets. Although he had come to loath the overly ritualized nature of old Elven culture, there was something to be said for the inseparable nature of form and function, especially among the possessions of the wealthy. Much preferred to this collection of expensive drek, he thought to himself. Even so, as Quioan sat, he took as much care as he could to not damage anything. That's the last thing that we need, is to deal with an overly-protective halfling servant.

"Ooh! I think I'll try the goose, too."

Kazanto carefully looks around the room, utterly fascinated by the combination of items. "These are so pretty! But you haven't let the coral grow up around them or anything? How do you keep the octopi from taking things?"

Relic shakes his head and sits down quietly with a frown at that halflings none too subtle insult. "Just be swift, time is of the essence. People's lives are in play. Urgent is an understatement."

You relax for 20 minutes when the servant returns pushing a cart and brings your drinks, one by one. Mimfred himself takes a small glass of red wine and Gandral had ordered a champaigne. Quioan is given his water in a wine glass, while everyone else is given a white reisling wine.

"I told the master you are here. He is in the middle of some work, but he promises to come as soon as he can. We do have geese here, and the cook is most happy to prepare the meat for guests. Right now he is fetching the animal. He says to expect the meat to be prepared with a special sweet pecan sauce of his own devising. As for the pieces of art, the ivory comes from elephant horns and is carved by craftsmen from other lands. They are imported, and I doubt octopi threaten them either in their home land or here at the estate. Is there anything else I can do to make your wait comfortable? I also have some ice wine that we keep especially chilled, if you are interested," the servant offers in a pleasant voice.

Quioan nods his thanks as he receives his water, then sits back to sip it and wait for their meeting with Lord Feador to begin.