Recruiting for first level game
A man walks through the door, not an uncommon sight, as he is armed and armored. However he wears the talbard of the city watch, and of the district the Inn rests in. He walks up to Marla while she is serving a table of rowdies.
" 'Scuse me ..."
" .. .. ..you had ale and you had wine - yes hun, - git your hand off my skirt!"
"Mam but I didn't .. .. .."
"Not you! This halfling trying to pass as a child! Wacha need? Thirst quenched, hungry or tired - sorry got the ale switched with the beer .. .. .."
"I'm looking for .. .. .."
"Look on the post there, that's where the job listings are - hey wake up, your snoring too loud!"
"For people to do a .. .. .."
*klonks snoring dwarf with an empty mug and uses same arm to point with*
"oh, why didn't you say so - now your awake! go get a room, your snoring too loud - talk to grok over there, the big guy.
hey halfling, do you really want to turn that hand into a bloody stump? .. .. .."
The watchman meanders through the crowd up to a spot between customers and stares at Grock a moment while the half orc cleans a mug, "Um, 'scuse me sir. Are you Grok?
**grunt** He continues to to wipe the mug in his hand
"Um, could I get an ale?"
Grok fills a few mugs, hands one to the watchman, then hands the others to folks at the bar. The watchman drinks half of the mug while grok picks up another to starts drying. When the watchman sets the mug down he spits in the mug he is cleaning to continue polishing it. The watchman looks at the mug being polished, then his own mug. Then he looks about at all the people grinking from mugs. "Uhhhhh .. .. .."
*cough, ahem* "uh, well I need help, or rather A friend does....."
"what is said is lost to a rousing round of hoopla from the gamblers of the dice poke game.
He starts writing on a piece of paper that is handed to him; Grock points to the poll with the mug being polished and yet another grunt.
"HAY YOUZ! dis here man ere, .. .. .." he stares at the man
"I'm
Sargent Marteen de Santo Luce"
".. .. .. gots a rat problem giv im yer ear!"
The watch man walks to the pole and says "Actually its not me, its a friend of mine. he owns a warehouse in another district. I got his name wrote down with the location and directions. Glad I found you guys. "
He posts the note and makes his way out the door, leaving the half full mug behind
The dwarf that was snoring walks to the counter to talk to grok, sees the mug and downs it
" 'nuthah if ya will"
[sblock=thenote=]the note is quite simply a name,
Gerraldo Fresconi, the location of the warehouse and the directions on how to get there[/sblock]
