[Actual Play] Chronicles of the Perilous Lands

[tumblingdice]

quietly, to others: What do you say? The guild encampment with goblin problems sounds like it could be interesting.

 

[Henry]

Alamar stands at proper Bhamotin Rank-and-File Soldier's Attention, clicks his heels, and replies, "No questions, Mr. Brom, and glad to serve under those terms."

To the others, more quietly, "Gentlemen, I would prefer the Western Road Patrols, but I will not object if he must offer assistance to the Guild."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ravana looks askance at Alamar. "Indeed? Well, in this case... perhaps the road is best. Let us see the traffic between here... and Bhamotin."

 

[jdrakeh]

"Well, then, the trade road it is." replies Brom. "Report back here in a week — sooner if necessary. May the gods smile upon you, boys."

 

[tumblingdice]

And also upon you, Mr. Brom, replies Knute.

OC: Just got back from church. Force of habit.

 

[tumblingdice]

"Right, then let us prepare for our journey," suggests Knute. "I have everything I need except for food. And I'd hate to go to the market with an empty stomach or a dry throat. Perhaps we should find a tavern along the way."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

"Fine, food then horses..."

Ravana trails off, leading his companions to a nearby tavern.

 

[jdrakeh]

As you approach the tavern, you can smell the aroma of meat pies and pipe tobacco in the air. Outside the tavern, near the door, sits a one-legged beggar with a tin cup in his hand and a makeshift crutch at his side. He appears to be drunk and does not look up as you draw near.

 

[tumblingdice]

Knute will take note of the beggar. If he's still there on the way out, which is likely, he'll tip him a few coppers.

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Ravana scarcely glances at the beggar as he walks into the tavern. With a grin, he notes how Knute drops the copper. There may be a lot more money he can earn from that one, he thinks.