D&D 5E Witcher: Mother of Monsters

[Quickleaf]

In the background you can hear Guilehelm shuffling about upstairs. The thin construction of the village inn means voices run through the floorboards just like that leak in the thatch. "Wife! Wife!" he whispers conspicuously, "There are elves in the main room!"

A sleepy irritated nasal woman's voice answers, "Elves? Are ye daft? No elves'll step foot in the village. Must be one of those quadroons I 'eard the bard talk about. Are they a paying customer?" Murmuring nervously, Guilehelm is unable to muster a response in the face of his angry wife. She berates him habitually, "Oh what a bumble you are! Go on, bumble, let me sleep!"

"B-b-b- but there's an elf and a dwarf, 'mam!" Guilehelm objects. "They're on ab-b-ab-about the young woman guest...and the elven q-q-queen..."

Henriette, the innkeeper, grumbles at her husband. "Fine, fine, I'll get me smock! Besides, I'm not getting a wink o' sleep what with that strange harvest moonlight a pouring through my window. You know elves, dwarves, adventuring types," she intones disparagingly, not realizing just how audible their upstairs conversation is, "always going on quests, they are, and getting involved with magic rings and royalty. Nothing good ever came out of any mouth with a crown attached, mark my words, bumble." The sounds of her readying herself in the cramped upstairs are as audible as Guilehelm doing his best to shift out of her way this way and that, mumbling in unintelligible agreement. Clearly, his wife knows best.

 

[Aramalian]

"I would watch ones own tongue, lets not forget who invaded who shall we, nor who the real freak around here is. I come under order's from Enid an Gleanna to help with your task of escorting Odvara. Apparently you are having issues. Tamaran quickly retorts at Fergus without even thinking almost on instinct.

Barakor growls, "Keep your voices down, youngsters, unless you want the entire town to know secret business. Even now those woolly-headed folks upstairs are rattling on about your yammering." He looks behind them and then around the room. "Where's the other one - the one I was sent to meet?" He rummages in a pouch around his formidable waist, then tugs out a slip of paper with dwarvish runes marked across it. "Kynee?"

 

[Fenris]

OOC: omg you totally didn't just grammar nazi him.

OOC: It's pronounced alt-right grammar

 

[Shayuri]

(We just say you 'bannoned' him )

 

[Azurewraith]

Tamaran looks to the dwarf inclines his head by maybe a degree and begins signing a conversation to him with a smile.

 

[Queenie]

Tamaran looks to the dwarf inclines his head by maybe a degree and begins signing a conversation to him with a smile.

Elora raised an eyebrow and looked at the odd elf, "Who are YOU? You, an elf, strange to us, come out of the trees in the middle of the night, watch us fight and don't help, mock our team members and now you're waving your hands around in a bizarre manner... I don't care who sent you, we don't need that kind of help."

Barakor growls, "Keep your voices down, youngsters, unless you want the entire town to know secret business. Even now those woolly-headed folks upstairs are rattling on about your yammering." He looks behind them and then around the room. "Where's the other one - the one I was sent to meet?" He rummages in a pouch around his formidable waist, then tugs out a slip of paper with dwarvish runes marked across it. "Kynee?"

"And you, friend, it seems you were a big help to us in a most convenient time of need. We thank you for that. If you're looking for Kynee, she does her own thing, and I'm sure will be around soon enough. Someone sent you too?"

 

[Aramalian]

"And you, friend, it seems you were a big help to us in a most convenient time of need. We thank you for that. If you're looking for Kynee, she does her own thing, and I'm sure will be around soon enough. Someone sent you too?"

"Think nothing of it," the dwarf grumbles. "Only doing my duty." But the corners of his eyes crinkle as he stifles a smile of appreciation.

"Kinsman of mine, squinty bugger called... well, neveryoumind what he's called -- he wouldn't like me rattling off his name to everyone I meet. He knows Kynee, though, and this is his mark - " the dwarf taps the slip of paper with a thick finger. "Says he, 'I sent them down towards the Posada region, Barakor, but now me heart tell me they may be in need of more than directions. Take your lady down that way and see if I'm right. So I did.'" He opened his mouth as if to say more, but then closed it again.

"More talking than I've done in a long time."

 

[Azurewraith]

"Well the suggested keeping our voices down, so I resorted to silence and standardized scout hand signals. Forgive me for not stepping in with the drowners, but I'm no witcher my weapons are not silvered. Besides you all appeared to have things under control, I did almost step in when you were attacked inside the cottage, seems you didn't need my help though, whatever you did was far more effective than a steel arrowhead or a beasts jaws.

I can be of use to you. No one comes in or out of Dol blathanna due to some issues with the one you call old Nan, I know this territory well and am skilled at finding people, could save your selves alot of trouble.
It seems we have gotten off on the wrong foot, how about we start again."

 

[Shayuri]

"Old Nan again," Talashia said with a frown. "What do you know of her? We're having trouble telling fact from peasant fantasy in this town."

 

[Azurewraith]

"I know that she has an ancient and tense truth with the old elves, current queen included, also she wont be found by anyone she doesn't want finding her. I'm sure she wouldn't pay any heed to a simple wolf in her domain however."