Barek Fhald, half-orc bard
"Oh, one for now," Barek says, taking a dramatic whiff of the cake before nibbling a small bit and making sure it's apparent he's savoring the taste. "Mmm, though I'm sure these could grow quite addictive."
Barek shakes his head and assures the watchmen, "You misunderstand. I meant what I said: the watch of this town does an exemplary job, and deserves every small reward they can get. And whatever satisfies men of such high caliber is something I'd care to taste.
"But I'm afraid I may be about to increase your burden," the half-orc says, frowning slightly. He takes a few steps closer and lowers his voice. "In doing a favor for a poor goodwife of your town, my companions and I have uncovered a literal underground intrusion in your fair city. We've just rescued three poor souls enslaved by villains tunneling beneath the homes of your citizenry."
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The innkeeper replies "The door's in the kitchen. I go down there all the time, never noticed anything unusual."[/QUOTE]
In the bakery the halfling replies "Very good choice! Here, try one. I call them 'dough wheels'. They cost a copper ... erm, I mean, they're a copper each ... uh ... how many do you want?" He hands one of the small cakes to Barek.
"Oh, one for now," Barek says, taking a dramatic whiff of the cake before nibbling a small bit and making sure it's apparent he's savoring the taste. "Mmm, though I'm sure these could grow quite addictive."
The watch men turn slightly red. One of them remarks "I don't know what you've heard but we don't have time for a regular breakfast, and these are portable if we need to move out." He takes a bite. "Tasty, too."
Barek shakes his head and assures the watchmen, "You misunderstand. I meant what I said: the watch of this town does an exemplary job, and deserves every small reward they can get. And whatever satisfies men of such high caliber is something I'd care to taste.
"But I'm afraid I may be about to increase your burden," the half-orc says, frowning slightly. He takes a few steps closer and lowers his voice. "In doing a favor for a poor goodwife of your town, my companions and I have uncovered a literal underground intrusion in your fair city. We've just rescued three poor souls enslaved by villains tunneling beneath the homes of your citizenry."
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The innkeeper replies "The door's in the kitchen. I go down there all the time, never noticed anything unusual."[/QUOTE]