[Pathfinder] Flames of Littleton

[Onyx]

Receiving nothing of a satisfactory response from the obviously confused and overwhelmed Inn patrons, the elf looks down at his ruined notes in disgust.

A waste of good ink at that." he says to himself without inflection.

Unsatisfied that answers are not forthcoming, the elf takes it upon himself to determine the origins of such filth. Making his way to the inn's door, he almost rushes head-long into a hurried man dressed strangely for these parts.

"Do you have some idea the source of this awful oder?" Talmon asks of the strangely dressed man.

OOC: Devos I'm talking to you.

 

[Walking Dad]

"I fear I have no real answer for you, but have you seen the glow in the south? Someone should investigate. Who will follow me? The others should lock themselves in this room." Devos says. He is obviously used to have some authority. He doesn't look much like a warrior, but he carries a weapon and his frame is maybe slight, but sinew. Only the nearest and perceptive persons notice the small snake in his sleeve.

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AC 13 (T13, FF10), HP 12/12, F +2,R+2,W+2
0 Level: Dancing Lights, Detect Magic, Guidance
1 Level: Mage Armor, Sleep

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[Scott DeWar]

"Hail travelers! Calls Calvin McHenrey to the people neer the Inn entrence. As he nears the door he continues, "Frier McHenrey is the name. I am guessing you have noteiced that unpleasent oder, Yes? Well I am wanting to investigate this strange occurence to the south to see if that is the source. Are you willing?"

 

[Rhun]

His curiosity piqued by the glow and the stench, Vithralas slides his lockpicks back into his belt, and pulls his hood back, freeing his nearly white hair. Maybe someone at the inn would know what was going on? Making sure there is no one to see him, he steps out of the shadows onto the main road, and begins making his way to the inn.

 

[ghostcat]

"Thank you Onslau. Your assistance is most welcome. Are you sure its not too much trouble." Lydia says.

Once they have the mule in the stable and unloaded, she continues "Most of the stuff is just my camping gear and could stay in the stable. Its not worth stealing unless someone is really desperate. What I do need is this and this." Rummaging through her saddle bag she hands Onslau her healer's kit and tools. Handing him the latter she smiles and says "Have you have any clothes that need repairing? You've been so helpful, I won't even charge you."

Emerging from the stable, Lydia and Onslau almost collide with a very agitated cleric. "Calm down frier. Now what is this strange occurrence that you think need investigating?"

 

[Mark Chance]

"Thank you Onslau. Your assistance is most welcome. Are you sure its not too much trouble." Lydia says.

Onslau chuckles. "No trouble at all!"

Once they have the mule in the stable and unloaded, she continues "Most of the stuff is just my camping gear and could stay in the stable. Its not worth stealing unless someone is really desperate. What I do need is this and this." Rummaging through her saddle bag she hands Onslau her healer's kit and tools. Handing him the latter she smiles and says "Have you have any clothes that need repairing? You've been so helpful, I won't even charge you."

"I doubt anyone around here is desperate enough for petty larceny," Onslau says. "Even if they were, as small as Littleton is, everyone would know who did it by lunch tomorrow."

Emerging from the stable, Lydia and Onslau almost collide with a very agitated cleric. "Calm down frier. Now what is this strange occurrence that you think need investigating?"

Onslau stands a bit back on the street, looking amused. He spots another stranger walking toward the inn, this one's nearly white hair like a beacon in the night.

"Hail!" the halfling calls, waving him toward the inn. "The party's in here!"

 

[Rhun]

"Party, eh?" says the elf to the waving halfling, as he approaches the inn. "What's the occasion?"

 

[Mark Chance]

"Fetid winds and fires in the south," Onslau says with a wide grin. "We're simple folk hereabouts. Any excuse for a celebration. I'm Onslau Steeltoe. This here's Lydia. The excitable fellow blocking the door is Calvin."

 

[Rhun]

The elf nods his head in greeting. "Vithralas Fél. Pleased to meet you."

 

[ghostcat]

Turning to Onslau Lydia says in an exited voice "Fires what fires. Is that what Calvin meant about strange occurrences? That is definitely something I should look into." She then takes a couple of deep breaths and appears to get herself under control.

Lydia then smiles at the Elf "Good Evening Vithralas. A pleasure to meet you as well."