Constables of the 14th Ward Part 2

[Rhun]

Brae laughs jovially at the young lass' words. "Farm raised hippogriff, eh? Must be one helluva fence! Ha ha!"

 

[Leif]

"No, you can save that one for the sheriff, if he needs to hear it. Does Velda know that you are spreading that one? So no orc sightings or mischievous goblins running around? What about eye tyrants?"

Raul turns back to his food and drink after the girl leaves.

"I tie what??"

 

[Lou]

Ederaul Mamier

"I tie what??"

"Nevermind that. No orcs or goblins?" Raul asks.

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion of Tovarre


The knight sits straighter, and barely avoids coughing or spitting out his beer at the girl's reply to Raul's question. He smiles broadly yet kindly. "Friend Raul, mayhap we should question the hostler rather than this kind girl... we would not want to scare her needlessly."

 

[Leif]

Serving Girl

"Nevermind that. No orcs or goblins?" Raul asks.

"None to speak of. Most goblins around here stay inside the city walls, you know. A lot of the older people out here don't care much for them."

 

[jkason]

Moru Sen, human conjurer

Moru decides he'll make due with the generous nachos for now, sticking as he does to water for the sake of avoiding drunk casting. As Retbi chitters in his ear, and once the serving girl is out earshot, he wrinkles up his nose and says, "It's odd, but I actually caught a whiff of the components to curse our good sheriff in the office. If someone had carried the magical charge, I might have thought such telltale signs wouldn't be available. You don't suppose the sherriff's fiddling with the arcane on his own, do you?"

 

[Rhun]

Brae sets mug down on the table and considers Moru's words. Then he shakes his head. "I would be inclined to doubt that. If the disease was truly a result of a contagion spell, as I believe, it would require more than just 'dabbling' to cast it." The cleric takes another swig of beer as he considers further. "Of course, you can never really tell. If he found some sort of scroll or other casting tools, it would be possible to invoke something more powerful than he could control."

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

SoulFetter

SoulFetter sets a bench creaking as he eases his massive weight down. He orders a double portion of the roasted pork and an ale as he listens appreciatively to the easy banter of his comrades.

 

[Scotley]

Soulfetter has to content himself with a bench intended for several normal sized patrons. At least the barmaid seems to understand the size considerations. She brings a heaping platter of food for the Urgant.

 

[Helfdan]

Alarion

"I cannot believe an honorable knight such as Sir Upjohn would stoop to dabbling in the fashioning of sorcerous infections!" Alarion is shocked at the thought, but has been a constable long enough to know how often people can dissemble.