[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

[Ashy]

"Bah!", Rawhide says, still maintaining his strange face. "Kilt is kilt. Drippy-dark-man wants us-is to kilt some ofver folks! We-is good at basin' and smashin'!" At Gannon's last question, Rawhide, with his face still frozen, cocks a bushy black eyebrow. "Wha' funny face? Dis is da face you make at me at first... You makes dis face at Rawhide and Rawhide makes it back, right?"

 

[MadMaxim]

"It's just that I haven't really met many of your kind, Rawhide. Your habits and behavior are pretty alien to me, so you could say that I'm studying you to better get to know you and your kind. And what makes you think that we're going to be hired to kill someone? We may have killed a warforged, but that doesn't make us good at killing. It was a desperate situation and we had to defend ourselves." Then Gannon looks at Plonk. "Could I please have a look at the book and the sheets. Maybe there is information hidden from the naked eye that can be found through magical means?" He reaches across the table and waits for Plonk to hand him the book.

 

[Ashy]

The shifter scrunches up his face with a look of confusion. "'Den why you maken funny faces at me?" Rawhide shrugs, sending up a waft of horrid stench - it is very easy to tell that the shifter was recently lying in a wagon full of garbage. "We-is kilt dat metal man, ya? Drippy-dark-man said him saw us-is kilt it. Him MUST want us-is to kilt somefin else! 'Dats easy! Rawhide wrong; I thinks you smart, but meybe not!"

The shifter waits for a moment, and then bursts out in laughter... "BWAHAHAHAHAHA! More Brown! More Brown!"

 

[MadMaxim]

Traveler, what have you got into now...?

 

[Krug]

"Hmm," thinks Plonk. He examines the apple, cuts a bit of it and dabs some of the juice onto the pages of the book and the loose sheets, seeing if there are any effects. "So what tricks do you have Bonal Gadem?"

 

[Ashy]

OOC: Er - Rawhide already ate the apple.

 

[Krug]

Irritated, Plonk hands the book over to Gannon. He asks the waitress for another apple. "And you're payiing for it!" he says.

 

[MadMaxim]

Gannon mutters a few words and makes some gestures. Then he examines the book for any traces of magic.

OOC: Gannon casts detect magic and carefully examines the book.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Everyone: The waitress brings more "brown" for Rawhide and takes any other drink orders at that time (she's unsure if they have an apple, but will check; if not, "would a potato do?"). When she brings the drinks and apple back, she also brings a scented candle to the table, surreptitiously placing it somewhat off center, a little closer to Rawhide than to the rest of you. She heads off to tend to other customers.

Gannon:

Spoiler

The book does indeed detect as magic, and it radiates a strong aura of universal magic [Spellcraft check, roll of 10 on d20, +6 Unskilled, total 16, success].

Plonk: The book's pages are resistant to being soiled by apple juice.

 

[Krug]

Plonk is irritated that the apple juice ploy didn't work. He throws the apple to Rawhide. "Now you have it!" The gnome downs his drink.