From humble beginnings...

[Manzanita]

OOC: I assume we are all here for breakfast by now, & that Clete has told us of what he has learned about the routes to Critwall.

Manzanita comes downstairs warily. She sighs as she sits down & asks for a strong cup of tea with breakfast.

Hell of a dream I had last night. Scared the red blood out of me.

She listens to the comments about the sickness w/o speaking. Then to Grenier

You were probably right about not mentioning the mayor. I was curious who they worked for, though, & I figured I could bluff out our relationship with him w/o revealing any compromising details. I still wonder who they worked for...

It looks like we need to wait until our friends start to feel a little better before we start traveling. At this point, I would prefer to take the overland route, avoiding Willip. I don't necessarily have a lot of experience in human lands, but considering all we've been through yesterday, I think we're better off in the wilds than in these godforsaken towns. It's so much shorter & we're less likely to be observed.

Perhaps one of us should take Bor's cash & keep it as group money. Shame he didn't stick it out. I was curious to see that Ranseur at work. Still, we're a strong group. We should be able to get by just fine.

she smiles brightly to the group & hums a brief, uplifting tune

 

[M'faro]

That lad, Bor, he seemed good people. Very nice of him to leave us his share. And talking about money Manzanita here you have what I owe you.

M'faro gives her two gems

OCC: Did you also paid the 36 gp for the pony? Or I did?

When she smiles

Doesn't that smile makes you feel better Master Grenier? Oh yes!

 

[Grenier]

"Indeed it does."

Grenier says with an embarrassed smile. Once Manzanita finishes her tune, Grenier starts scratching his left arm.

"Yes... I am of your opinion about the route Manzanita, I rather deal with the risk of scrawny jebli than idiotic guardsmen."

The itching starts to make Grenier terribly frustrated. He scratches harder and harder, until he realizes it isn't going to help and huffs a sigh.

"Are we to call on this cleric M'faro? If there's chance to stop this itching and your splotches sooner than later I would be bloody thankful, that's for sure."

 

[Narrator]

The Old Man

A little bell goes off near the door and Mr. Bluffer rises from his duties to go answer it, ordering the wenches back into the kitchen telling them that their curiosity be damned.

Upon opening the door, a wee little man, all bent and timid and barely approaching five feet in height, looks up with big, weepy eyes, his old face drawn and haggard, and asks the barman something.

The barman thinks for a moment and scratches his unshaven, greying whiskers as he does, indenting his pudgy hands into his pudgy face with the effort, before he clicks and replies. He points you three out and then points upstairs and opens the door for the poor man.

The old man nods and smiles and, holding his worn leather hat by the brim with both hands and up high, as if almost as a shield against the world, he walks quietly past you, and slowly upstairs, one step at a time and using the bannister for aid.

DM: Clete, you hear a faint knocking on the door to your room.

 

[Clete]

Clete opens the door to see who is there. Wary of having been followed the night before, he opens it just a crack though

 

[Manzanita]

OOC: Let me take this oportunity to list what was purchased communally & for what cost. This would have been brought up at breakfast w/whomever didn't do the actual shopping:

Pony 45
54 days rations 40.5
24 extra water skins 36
Saddle pack 22.5
8 days horse food 0.6
3 tents 45
6 bedrolls 0.9

This actually comes to 190.5 gp. I hadn't added in the pony(although I'd meant to.)

Manzanita bites her lip over the discussion of purchases

OK. I added wrong. It should have been 38 gp/person. But since Bor's left us his share, let me return what you've paid me, Grenier & M'faro, & instead take it out of Bor's gift. That will leave us with about 40 gps in the communal bank. It also leaves us with plenty of food for a long journey & an extra bedroll. Perhaps we'll attract a loyal retainer who will cook & clean for us. We'll hold onto the bedroll for him. Or her.

Manzanita winks. She winces as her companions scratch furiously

Say, perhaps you can help me on a joke I've been working on as we wait for Clete. What did the Medusa say to the Minotaur?

"Feeling horny big boy?"

or

"Hey, wanna get stoned?"

Which do you like better?

OOC: Manzanita is trying to take Jokes as her next perform rank. : )

 

[Narrator]

To Clete

In the hallway, behind the door, you see the old man. He looks up at you much like a servent would, as if he's so used to avoiding peoples gazes and looking to their left ear that it's simply wrote for him.

"Ah, good sir... I, ah, I was wonderin' if you be tha man who was askin' about a journey to Willip, just yesterday afternoon?"

 

[M'faro]

LOL

"Feeling horny?" That's the best!

Wiping the laugh tears away

Maybe we can ask this healer for some balm or ointment for the itching.

 

[Manzanita]

Where is Clete this morning? Perhaps we should check on him?

Is there anything else in particular you two would like? Perhaps I could visit the healer to see if I could get a balm or a cure. Or is there other information or equipment I could seek out while you two recouperate?

 

[Grenier]

"Ha ha, the first one, indeed."

"Yes maybe you could ask the barman to see if he can get him, that would be great."