Clutches of Evil - IC: Chapter One

Byntrou

Nonlethal Force said:
Bahruul lets out a quick snort and looks to Byntrou, "Humans and their talking. I much prefer being in the woods and being wrestled to the ground. There is no confusing that action!"

Byntrou shrugs. "It could be worse, I suppose. At least they don't have all the plumage of peafowl. Or, rather, most of them don't."
 

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Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

Keryth watches the waitress walk away grinning all the while, before turning back to the table and replying to Bahruul’s statement, “Well it’s all a bit of fun, and if it turns into something more that’s good too. Hmm, wrestled to the ground you say...sounds like it might be painful, but each to his own I guess.”
 

Bahruul, Byntrou, Keryth, Gav:

After a few minutes the waitress comes back with several small bowls and a large bowl of steaming hot stew. The stew is filled with all kinds of vegetables - carrots, onions, celery, potatoes, cabbage - as well as containing a significant amount of tenderized beef. The leans over the table and sets the big bowl in the center and then hands each of the party a smaller bowl. There is a ladle in the large serving bowl that she reaches for and uses to fill Keryth's bowl. Handing the bowl to him she says, "Enjoy." As she straightens back up, she looks to the party and asks, "Can I get you anything to drink besides water? We have a house ale that goes well with the stew."

As she asks for your order, the man of whom she had been complain earlier yells out, "Dahlia, darling. My friends and I could use some more of your table presence. And while you're at it, bring us more ale. Our mugs have gone dry!" The waitress rolls her eyes as she awaits your order.

Pwent:

As Pwent looks across the room, he notices that the rest of his party has made friends with the waitress that is serving the merchant - and they have begun to eat. Ater she sets the food down before the rest of the party, the merchants yells out in a rather crude tone, "Dahlia, darling. My friends and I could use some more of your table presence. And while you're at it, bring us more ale. Our mugs have gone dry!"
 

Nonlethal Force said:
"Enjoy." As she straightens back up, she looks to the party and asks, "Can I get you anything to drink besides water? We have a house ale that goes well with the stew."

As she asks for your order, the man of whom she had been complain earlier yells out, "Dahlia, darling. My friends and I could use some more of your table presence. And while you're at it, bring us more ale. Our mugs have gone dry!" The waitress rolls her eyes as she awaits your order.

"Water will be fine with me, I think." Byntrou tries his best to replicate a human's conspiritorial smile as he adds, "I take it that's the man we didn't hear you talking about earlier? Has he a name, this man with his dry mugs?"
 

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

As Dahlia hands him the bowl, Keryth touches her hand fleetingly as he accepts it, smiling and making eye contact he replies “Thank you...I’m sure I will.” Placing the bowl on the table, he hears the merchant call before ordering, “An ale would sit well with me Dahlia,” he says, drawing out her name just a little...while he leaves the questioning to Byntrou for the moment.
 

Bahruul, Byntrou, Gav, Keryth:

Dahlia lingers on Keryth's mention of her name and then turns to reply to Byntrou. "Dreeves. The Merchant Dreeves, to be honest. Dreeves is his last name." She points Endoo out in the crowd. "Interesting to see him here tonight. That is Dreeves' largest competitor, a merchant by the name of Endoo. Normally you don't find them both in the same place for too long."

As she begins to turn back to the kitchen area she says, "I'll be back with your ale. If you don't mind, I'll serve Dreeves and his kind first, so maybe I can linger here a little bit if you have more questions."

Once she is gone, Gav (NPCed again) slips the pieces of leather out of his pocket and slides them across the table. "I do believe you had a need for these, Byntrou?"
 

Keryth, Male Drakontos Cleric

“Not at all, I’m happy to wait for your return Dahlia...oh, I’m Keryth by the way,” Keryth says grinning, “Go ahead and serve Dreeves first, maybe he’ll quieten down a bit!”
 

Seeing what appears to be his quarry, Pwent strides over to where the merchant is sitting and states in his work voice, "Excuse me Sir, but could you please tell me where a Mr Dreeves could be found? I have been seeking him since I came into the city and was told you would know where to find him."
 

Pwent:

As Pwent approaches, a large man stands up to block his path. He crosses his arms in front of him and prepares his biggest snarl across his lips. The merchant knocks on the tabletop three times with the knuckle of his middle finger and says, "Oh, come now Dirk. Let the man speak. He looks harmless enough."

After Pwent speaks his mindr mind, the merchant looks a little startled. He curles his fingers around to his thumb and extends his pointer finger towards Pwent, but not really to point. It appears that he just likes to gesture when he speaks. "I'm sorry, I don't beleive we've had the time to make an acquaintance. Or, if we have, you'll have to understand that I've merely forgotten your existance." He laughs a little at his own wit and continues, "But then again, people are always wanting to get to know me - many more people than I need, really. So state your name and business and make it fast. I've got a wench bringin' ale to the table and I wanna enjoy her without talking business when she comes back." The five or so men and women sitting around the table begin to chuckle.

Keryth, Gave, Byntrou, Bahruul:

From your position, it is possible to see Pwent stand up from the bar area and head directly over to the merchant Dreeve's table. Out of the corner of the eye, the motion of Destiny quickly standing up on her chair and peering over the room can also be seen - it appears as though she is just making sure everything is okay. Once she has a quick glance, she settles back into the conversation with the halflings that she had been having.
 

"I was told that you, if you are indeed Mr Dreeves, control most of the buisnesses in the area. Correct me if I am wrong but this would lead me to assume that you are hiring? Some of my friends and I are in need of work, assuming it pays of course"

Pwent sizes up Dirk out of the corner of his eye while saying this

(Sense Motive +1)
 

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