CLOSED! Rhun's Greyhawk OMEGA Game (ToEE)

[Rhun]

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It is difficult to determine if any of those present now were the same that were here on your last trip through; all of the folk have the same hard, rough look. Certainly nobody stands out as being missing. However, one person does stand out in this crowd: An athletic, dark haired elf woman wrapped in a grey cloak sits at a table in the corner, her back to the wall. She is speaking with two burly looking men dressed in furs and leathers over their mail. Judging from their appearance, Shoon would guess they are savagess from the realm of the Wolf Nomads.
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[Rhun]

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[Voadam]

The barkeep scratches his head, trying to do the math in his head. After a moment, he frown. "Two gold fer the rooms, and fifteen silver fer the meal. As far as who's looking fer swords? You may want to inquire down at the Boatman's Tavern. Them pirates are always lookin' fer blades." The barkeep brushes a strand of his greasy hair away from his dark eyes, and looks Sir Merrick over before looking hard into the knight's silver eyes. "I don't be thinkin' any of the other folk hiring swords round 'ere is lookin' fer your type, knight."

Sir Merrick hardens his eyes at this. "None the less. Tell me who they are."

 

[Rhun]

Merrick's intimidating manner shakes the man's composure (Intimidate Check=26), and he quickly holds up his hands in a gesture of innocence. "I don't want no trouble," he says, lowering his voice. "Just trying to keep you from getting hurt, is all. But if you're skilled with the blade and really want the job, you ought to talk to Smigell the Redhand." The barkeep nods toward a dark-haired elven woman sitting against the far wall. She is speaking to two large, primitive looking men; possibly Wolf Nomads from their dress. "Just don't say I didn't warn you." With that, the man nods, and goes back to filling drinks for the hostel's patrons.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon stares at the elven woman for a moment, wondering if anyone of the others have noticed. After a moment of indecision he decides to approach her, she seems at least to Shoon, unlikely to start trouble. "Uh, excuse me, Lady? My name is Shoon. There is something that I would like to speak with you of if it is not an imposition."

 

[Rhun]

"Uh, excuse me, Lady? My name is Shoon. There is something that I would like to speak with you of if it is not an imposition."

The elven woman looks Shoon over with her hard, dark eyes, and the monk gets the distinct impression that she is judging him. Her eyes pause for a moment at the kama and siangham at his belt, and then she frowns. She is not nearly as attractive as he would expect from one of elven blood; though with that said, she is not ugly, either. Finally, after a few moments of silence she speaks. "I doubt that there is much you could say that would be of interest to me. Now begone, before my companions decide to remove you."

The two large nomads in their leathers and furs regard Shoon silently, their faces expressionless.

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon glances momentarily at the two men before returning his gaze to the woman, he suppresses the urge to frown. From her manners, it is clear that a change in tactics is in order. "Would some coin make it worth your time? I only wish to ask a question." he presses on hopefully.

 

[Rhun]

"Coin can make anything worth the time," answers the elf woman. "Ask your question."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Shoon smiles slightly at the woman's reaction. "You have my thanks." He says, giving a quick bow. "I wanted to ask you if you know anything of a traveling bard with long blond hair. He would be traveling with a woman with long brown hair... and sort of... brownish orangish eyes... And oh yes, he might call her Anemone."

 

[Voadam]

Sir Merrick considers confronting Redhand about what work she is offering to evaluate whether to join her, kill her, or ignore her. But he catches himself. There will always be those who he might find it appropriate to confront. But he has a mission right now and it is best to be focused. One war at a time. He turns back to sit with his companions at the table and await their meals when he hears Shoon's voice. He turns and sees the bounty hunter conversing with the elf. The knight's eyes harden, depending on how the young man handles himself a new front may arise right now. He watches their interactions in case there is a need to intervene.