Having left some time ago to go check on her nephew down at the hospital, Auntie Mab returns to the tavern looking tired and bedraggled from the long walk down to Saint Jeronel's. A small brown rat follows her in, leaving a trail of black soot in its wake. The elderly woman wipes her brow with a faded floral-print handkerchief, and mutters to herself,
"Now where are all these lucrative adventures Luran promised? That hospital bed isn't getting any cheaper, and my coinpurse is looking thin and pitiful..."
The rat sits back on its haunches, sniffing the air for a moment, its nose scrunching up as it detects a peculiar odor. It then spots the source of the acrid smell. Pointing to the dragonborn sitting at the bar, and the two holy men conversing with him, the little rat arches an eyebrow and utters a tiny
*Squeak!*
"Ah!," whispers the old woman, eying the three shrewdly for a moment. She then nods to herself and ambles over to the bar.
"A glass of lemonade please love," she calls to the barkeep,
"I'm terribly thirsty. Oh, and another whiskey for Tristram," she says pointing to the rat who has scampered up into one of the barstools.
She quickly finishes her lemonade and breathes a satisfied sigh. Then turning to the three patrons at the bar as if seeing them for the first time she says,
"Why hello dearies! A pleasure to meet you. The name's Mabbeth, Mabbeth Tarmikos, but you dearies can call me Auntie Mab. My, my," she says, studiously noting their weapons and armor,
"you three must be a seasoned pack of adventurers or I'm a stuffed selkie."
"What a dangerous profession!," says Auntie Mab, her voice full of admiration,
"All that dungeon delving, princess saving, vampire slaying, and dragon's den looting! You know you can never be too careful, or too prepared in your line of work. Always helps to know what you're up against... Say!," she says as if suddenly struck by an idea. She pulls out a deck of cards and sets them on the bar with a mysterious flourish of her hand,
"Would any of you like a reading? Auntie Mab is very wise in the ways of destiny! Perhaps I can give you the crucial insight that'll save your skin on your next subterranean sojourn. What do you say?," she asks, looking expectantly at Krav, Karma, and Xander.
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Auntie Mab, level 1 human rogue (warlock), approved and still looking for adventure![/sblock]