[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

[Ashy]

Rawhide is still chanting when Gannon's eyes fall upon him. The shifter, still wild eyed, returns the look, still chanting for a drink, but increases the volume and juts out his lower jaw. This, in effect, makes him look terribly frightening and increasingly odd.

"D-R-I-N-K!
D-R-I-N-K!
D-R-I-N-K!"

The shifter widens his eyes dramatically as he returns Gannon's stare, locking eyes with the cleric...

 

[MadMaxim]

He's completely out of control. I'd better order him something, before he causes more trouble. While he keeps staring at the shifter, Gannon puts up his hand and waves for a bar maid to come and take their order. Now you better stay put, shifter. I'll get you some strong ale and hope it'll keep you quiet.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Plonk empties the satchel -- which, when looked at in the light, is obviously well made and stylish -- out onto the table. Inside are some assorted quills and inks, six blank sheets of fine Karrnathi paper (one of them rather wrinkled), an apple wrapped in waxed paper, and a small book.

The book is small, about 3 inches by 6 inches, and roughly 1 inch thick. Its cover is dark brown leather with a mithral design weaved into it. There is no title.

Shortly after Plonk opens the satchel but before anyone can look at the book, a young woman comes over, responding to Gannon's gesture. She looks rather bored and seems to have been stifling a yawn as she crossed the room. "Nice book." You're not sure she's even given the book the slightest of glances. "So, what can I get you folks? We can offer two ales -- Breland Amber, which is the house brew, and Galifar Honey Brown. 5 cp for a pint."

 

[Krug]

"Amber please," says Plonk, waiting to hear if anyone will volunteer to pick up the tab. I not be parting with my gold! he thinks to himself.

Plonk snaps his hand forward and grasps the book. He will start flipping it to see what's in it.
He will also examine the paper to see if there is anything written on them.

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide snatches the apple and begins devouring it voraciously, spewing chunks of fruit, fruit juice and saliva over any who might be nearby. While smacking on a mouthful of half-chewed apple, the shifter replies to the barmaid, dribbling the contents of his mouth all over himself. "Bring brown! Lotsa brown!" Rawhide smiles (again, open mouthed) as if he is tremendously proud of himself.

OOC: MadMaxim, I am assuming that Gannon is still thinking, right? I cannot tell if the last two sentances were spoken out loud or not....

 

[MadMaxim]

Gannon turns his head towards the young lady and asks for some Breland Amber, before he looks back at the contents of satchel.

OOC: Yeah, Ashy, everything written in itallics are thoughts.

 

[Knight Otu]

He turns away if Flawed finds him staring.

(Flawed wouldn't notice Plonk staring at him even if he stared directly into its eyes. )

"I take a Brown.

The man was not our victim - he was the victim of the warforged assassin. I thought that it killed him because it served the Lord of Blades. Do you think there is another reason?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

The serving girl raises her eyebrows at Rawhide. "Um, how about I start you with two, and we run from there?" She looks slightly overwhelmed. To the rest of you, she says, "I'll be right back."

Plonk: All the sheets of paper are blank. The pages inside the book are also devoid of any writing, but aren't made of paper or leather, but something else entirely.

Everyone: The door to the Breland Night Owl opens, and a figure wearing a dark cloak enters. Spotting your table, he comes over quickly, his dripping cloak drawn about him tightly. His right hand holds it shut, and you can see a House Cannith signet ring on it (a stylized hammer and anvil done in platinum).

In a low voice, he says, "I saw you on the bridge. If you want to know the truth about Bonal Geldem's murder, go to the Broken Anvil Tavern in the Mason's Tower at dawn." He turns and heads back towards the door, with the serving girl quickly replacing him. She distributes your drinks, making a point of giving Rawhide his two first. "If you need more, let me know." She heads back to tend to the other customers.

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide quickly stuffs the rest of the apple in his mouth and begins gulping down the ale. "Good Brown Lady!", he bellows between chew-gulps. Finishing his drinks-and-apple combination well before the barmaid returns, the shifter looks towards Gannon, widens his eyes, and sticks out his lower jaw again. Then, with his face frozen like that, Rawhide moves only his lower jaw and says, "Hey! Bug-eyed man! Wha' you fink 'dat drippy-dark man want? Why him not jus' tell us-is now?"

Rawhide does not move thereafter, but maintains his unusual face - eyes locked on Gannon, as if waiting a response...

 

[MadMaxim]

"He obviously has some interest in what we have found," Gannon replies. "It must be rather important since they sent a representative from House Cannith. But who would be interested in empty sheets of paper and an empty book? There must be more to it than meets the eye. I don't know about you, but I want to find out why this man was murdered." He drinks some of the ale and stares back at Rawhide. "Why are you making such a strange face?"