A Warlock Alone, Island Empire solo game

Dwarves

Michael will tell the men to gather their gear and report to the ship that afternoon. Having taken care of his recruiting here, he will head back to the ship in order to honor his commitment to the Captain of the Watch to stay more or less on board or close to the ship.
 

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The men set off and Michael returns to the ship without incident.

OOC: Shall we advance to dinner or is there something else you'd like to do?
 



Dinner

With the arrival of the carriage Michael will prepare to leave. Giving the current state of tension with the dwarves etc he will take Grond along instead of Guiesspi as less people are likely to be as belligerent with Grong standing near with his great axe than a wisp of a lad.
 

Your carriage awaits...

The conveyance proves to be a small, but well turned out handsome cab. A dwarven driver rides on top while a human footman is at the rear. Said footman is currently waiting at the door. "Glimmerdwang sends his complements Captain. He will meet you at Cafe Ileshand." The inside will prove quite cramped for Grond, but there is adequate space for him to hang on the footplate at the rear opposite the footman. Inside the cab features a padded seat with crushed red velvet upholstery. A rack contains an ice bucket, glasses and spirits as well as water. A humidor contains a selection of cigars, not up to your standards, but decent enough, along with a dozen tindertiwgs for lighting. You note that one of the seats folds down to make a higher seat that would more comfortably accommodate a Gnome. At this place there is also a fold down desk and writing supplies. A ship-style gimble mounted lamp is hung inside in addition to larger coach lights outside. You strongly suspect that this is Glimmerdwang's personal vehicle rather than a rental.
 

Dinner

Michael will ask Grond if he minds rinding on post for the trip with the footman and will settle into the carriage with comfort. Having learned his lession about relaxing at mermaids rest, he will avoid the food/water etc ..and enjoy the trip.
 

Ground shrugs and takes a place on the outside that causes the little vehicle to list sharply until the footman takes his place and the driver slides to the far side of the seat. The lamp within the carriage burns with a low flame providing just enough light to see the interior. The shades are drawn and Michael has no view out. The lamp oil seems to be scented with a mild herbal blend that is pleasant and relaxing. Indeed Michael almost feels as if he could take a nap. The gentle rocking motion of the carriage on cobbles only serves to enhance the effect as you move uphill away from the port and into the heart of the city.
 


Cafe Ileshand

The carriage clatters to a stop and lists suddenly nearly tossing Michael from the seat. Then the door pops open and the footman stands waiting. It seems Grond's exit from the vehicle taxed the springs. The footman raises a short staff and with an audible 'pop' a large umbrella opens. It is just beginning to rain. He struggles to hold the umbrella high enough to cover both Michael and Grond as you make your way to a stair down covered by a dark green canopy on which 'Cafe Ileshand' is printed in Dwarven script. The resturant appears to be in the basement of some sort of office building, but the entrance of the resturant being to the side precludes Michael from seeing any indication of the building's other tennents. Making your way down the stairs Grond has to duck somewhat to clear the canopy. The footman bow, closes his umbrella and remounts the carriage, which clatters off down the street to stop under a large tree overhanging the street from the small park that fills the center of the square you are on. The goal seems to be providing some shelter from the rain for the driver and footman. The door at the bottom of the stairs is unassuming except for a polished brass footplate and large brass handle, which Grond pulls. The area beyond the door is a short hall, which turns to the left beyond a cloak room. A stout young dwarven woman in a black dress waits to take your cloak or hat. She smiles and says, "Welcome to the Cafe Ileshand" in common, but with a thick dwarven accent.
 

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