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Clockwork, Steam & Sorcery
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~ The Hatted Badger
Yara walked over to the group, bearing a tray that held another pitcher of ale and a pot of tea, along with two mugs for the new arrivals. The first pitcher was already dangerously low. "How 'bout it, fellas?" she asks Forge and Froud, "Will you be having some more ale, or are you done drinking for the night?" She pointedly eyes the gnome at the last.
Yara walked over to the group, bearing a tray that held another pitcher of ale and a pot of tea, along with two mugs for the new arrivals. The first pitcher was already dangerously low. "How 'bout it, fellas?" she asks Forge and Froud, "Will you be having some more ale, or are you done drinking for the night?" She pointedly eyes the gnome at the last.
~ The Hatted Badger
Froud's not entirely sure, but he figures Yara's eyeing him because of his drinking contest (and subsequent loss) earlier in the evening. Yara always said things with a healthy dose of humour but she never meant anything by it. Growing up a poor, moderately attractive barmaid, she had developed a quick wit and tongue to match, to keep up with the courseness of the pub's customers.
She placed a pitcher before Froud and Forge and then carefully set down two frosted mugs. As she bent in close to pour the golden liquid, she whispered to them softly, "If you can wait for a couple of hours, when the Badger closes up, I could help you. What do you say?"
Froud's not entirely sure, but he figures Yara's eyeing him because of his drinking contest (and subsequent loss) earlier in the evening. Yara always said things with a healthy dose of humour but she never meant anything by it. Growing up a poor, moderately attractive barmaid, she had developed a quick wit and tongue to match, to keep up with the courseness of the pub's customers.
She placed a pitcher before Froud and Forge and then carefully set down two frosted mugs. As she bent in close to pour the golden liquid, she whispered to them softly, "If you can wait for a couple of hours, when the Badger closes up, I could help you. What do you say?"
Argent Silvermage
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I'll have another ale. and one for my olw. even he can out drink Froud! Forge laughs.
~ The Hatted Badger
Yara smiled at the two in a satisfied fashion. "Thanks," she gushed, her voice still low for fear that Hob would overhear her. He was something of a father-figure to her and she knew he would disapprove. "I'll be waiting outside in two hours if you have business you need to take care of first. Remember." She winked at the pair and then straightened up, returning to her duties.
Yara smiled at the two in a satisfied fashion. "Thanks," she gushed, her voice still low for fear that Hob would overhear her. He was something of a father-figure to her and she knew he would disapprove. "I'll be waiting outside in two hours if you have business you need to take care of first. Remember." She winked at the pair and then straightened up, returning to her duties.
~ The Hatted Badger
After another hour, the draconologist and his entourage were finished hammering out their deal. No one else in the pub was really paying much attention to that trio, but Larina and James both overheard snatches of conversation. Faldrik the Green spoke at length about strange and esoteric things that left the others lost, but towards the end they did hear something interesting... that Faldrik planned to use that know-how to capture a dragon!
At that point, the Marguardin man looked pleased, and nodded. "I will speak with my associates, but your work sounds intriguing and may be just what we need, Sage Faldrik," he rumbled appreciatively. "I believe it is likely that we will fund your research." Faldrik bowed respectfully and left, Saaga in tow.
Finally, the night was getting late, and everyone started to realize that the Badger was closing up since Hob and Yara made their rounds to collect all the mugs. The group pays for their drinks, and then exits. It's a warm, dark night, and a pale silver moon looms over the city.
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~ Outside the Hatted Badger
While James was trying to think of what to do next, he recalled that there were half a dozen murder victims, and that the group had only tracked down one of them.
Fifteen minutes after the Badger had closed down, Yara joined Forge and Froud, dressed in a black hooded cloak. Excitement glinted in her wide bright eyes. "I'm here," she announced quietly, a large beaming grin on her face. "What do we do next?"
After another hour, the draconologist and his entourage were finished hammering out their deal. No one else in the pub was really paying much attention to that trio, but Larina and James both overheard snatches of conversation. Faldrik the Green spoke at length about strange and esoteric things that left the others lost, but towards the end they did hear something interesting... that Faldrik planned to use that know-how to capture a dragon!
At that point, the Marguardin man looked pleased, and nodded. "I will speak with my associates, but your work sounds intriguing and may be just what we need, Sage Faldrik," he rumbled appreciatively. "I believe it is likely that we will fund your research." Faldrik bowed respectfully and left, Saaga in tow.
Finally, the night was getting late, and everyone started to realize that the Badger was closing up since Hob and Yara made their rounds to collect all the mugs. The group pays for their drinks, and then exits. It's a warm, dark night, and a pale silver moon looms over the city.
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~ Outside the Hatted Badger
While James was trying to think of what to do next, he recalled that there were half a dozen murder victims, and that the group had only tracked down one of them.
Fifteen minutes after the Badger had closed down, Yara joined Forge and Froud, dressed in a black hooded cloak. Excitement glinted in her wide bright eyes. "I'm here," she announced quietly, a large beaming grin on her face. "What do we do next?"
Argent Silvermage
First Post
Forge has this look of amuzment and outright panic on his face. Froud is used to the look since it's the same look he gives Froud every time another gnomish device in put in front of him. I would say that yes it's just us. Lead the way Gnome.
Gears takes wing anmd flys on ahead a few yards from the group keeping an eye out for danger.
Gears takes wing anmd flys on ahead a few yards from the group keeping an eye out for danger.
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