Raven Crowking
First Post
Qore listened to what the barkeep said, hoping Vidya would not be too annoyed at the drink she just unwittingly "bought" for him. Perhaps, he thought, Vidya's search may lead him to places of discovery that would benefit his own interests as well. There might be some higher purpose in his encountering her to begin with.
"Do not worry about my friend," the dwarf said to the barkeep. "And thank you for the information about the Laughing Hyena. But since we are on the subject perhaps I can ask you another question..."
The barman tore his eyes from Vidya long enough to nod his assent. "Go ahead, then."
"I have come to this place in search of any bardic schools that might be found here. Do you know of any that are in this city?"
The barkeep laughed, and a few of the people in the tavern joined him. Whatever tension there might have been in the guardsmen seemed to ease, and tension went out of the room.
"I'd not call Torgmorn a city, friend," one of the guardsmen said. "At best, it's just a lone outpost before the true wilderness begins. That jungle out there...." he gestured with his leathern jack, spilling ale onto the rushes covering the floor ".....is gold, and ivory, and a quick death. But schools? There be none here."
Qore persisted. "If we were unable to find anything out in the Laughing Hyena perhaps there is someone who could yield more information about the jungles in general.....Do you know any elves who frequent this establishment who have journeyed into the jungle?"
The barkeep smiled. "I've seen folk who've come in from there, or have been on their way out, but I've as little to do with it as I can, as ye'll well understand. Plague and pestilence follow forest folk, they say. There's a pair of elves there, though, and descent enough from the look of them and their coin. Perhaps they'll talk, so long as ye let them be if they ask it."
"Do not worry about my friend," the dwarf said to the barkeep. "And thank you for the information about the Laughing Hyena. But since we are on the subject perhaps I can ask you another question..."
The barman tore his eyes from Vidya long enough to nod his assent. "Go ahead, then."
"I have come to this place in search of any bardic schools that might be found here. Do you know of any that are in this city?"
The barkeep laughed, and a few of the people in the tavern joined him. Whatever tension there might have been in the guardsmen seemed to ease, and tension went out of the room.
"I'd not call Torgmorn a city, friend," one of the guardsmen said. "At best, it's just a lone outpost before the true wilderness begins. That jungle out there...." he gestured with his leathern jack, spilling ale onto the rushes covering the floor ".....is gold, and ivory, and a quick death. But schools? There be none here."
Qore persisted. "If we were unable to find anything out in the Laughing Hyena perhaps there is someone who could yield more information about the jungles in general.....Do you know any elves who frequent this establishment who have journeyed into the jungle?"
The barkeep smiled. "I've seen folk who've come in from there, or have been on their way out, but I've as little to do with it as I can, as ye'll well understand. Plague and pestilence follow forest folk, they say. There's a pair of elves there, though, and descent enough from the look of them and their coin. Perhaps they'll talk, so long as ye let them be if they ask it."