5E [IC] Creamsteak's Storm King's Thunder: Waterdeep

Creamsteak

Villager
Rising from the shores of its deep harbor to ring the great mountain standing tall out of the Sea of Swords is Waterdeep, the City of Splendors and the Crown of the North. To all of Faerfun, this great metropolis stands as the pinnacle of what a great city might be, in wealth, influence, and stability. Here, the citizens work, the nobles sneer, and the great masked lords plot and scheme, all while merchants dance between them to collect their coins and continue profiting as best they can. Waterdeep's shops and merchants offer goods of every sort from every corner of Toril, and even the rarest of items can be procured, given sufficient coin and patience. Adventurers lacking one or the other can very easily find all manner of employment, from simple escorting of caravans, to guarding nobility, to investigating a ruin or rumor of monsters anywhere in the North.

Most of the city's harbor area is located in Dock Ward, as are the businesses and warehouses that depend on the city's newly restored harbor. It's a crowded neighborhood of many winding streets, where folk are comfortable making deals that might in other places provoke the displeasure of the law.

Somewhere along the Dock Ward is a little hole in the wall called "Dorkath's". They serve fine artisanal yeasted flatbread from a far off land topped with a tomato sauce and cheese and baked in an oven. The place seems to be owned by an eccentric orc wizard by the name of Dorkath the Orcath. Dorkath's claims it can deliver to anywhere within the "local planar finite curve" in thirty minutes or less, or your money back. Delivery is supposedly quite expensive and you may need to know a guy.

You arrive during the lunch rush. The place is overcrowded, smells of burnt crusts, and the menu is written entirely in authentic Orcish. There are probably two-hundred people in a space meant for fifty. The line goes out the door and around the block. Many dock workers, some unshirted and dripping with sweat, seem to be in line for a "slice". The goblin running the till has a long hooked nose and he seems to be serving people rather quickly, taking a single gold piece from each and then handing back a piping hot slice of molten cheese-sauce-bread-thing in response. "Skeez" as he seems to be called mutters something about "one a piece" to each person in line, and they seem to comply.

The noise in this place is surprisingly quiet and the crowd seems quite orderly. A strange befezzed orc in a purple robe wanders around the tables greeting everyone with a bizarrely accented string of common, orcish, and something else. He seems to pay particular attention to female customers, especially if they are young and attractive. He seems to be the proprietor of this establishment.

Booths ring the room, all filled to capacity. Tables fill most of the space in between, all equally filled. All of the furniture looks to be in terrible shape in general, seemingly patched together with twine and wax. The places decor screams a hundred years ago, and the dust and mold on everything matches in an authentic grungy way. A plump female halfling in a far too tight blue top seems to greet guests as they enter, "Welcome to Dorkath's, the one-and-only. Dining in or take out?"
 

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Jago

Villager
~ The journey to Waterdeep was rather quick, all things considered. Koldan Randulfr recalled many maps of the Sword Coast he had been introduced to, studied for years, but this was the farthest South he had ever been. Toross, his mentor, had spoken fondly of it, but never let on where, precisely, he was from. Reaching the city gave no answers to this: while Koldan had hoped the urban accent would be a clue, his ears were instead assaulted by a variety of dialects and speech from all across Faerûn. It was nigh impossible to dissect what, precisely, "Waterdhavian" even sounded like.

The metropolis was crowded, far too crowded for The Hunter. Chasing bounties here would be a nightmare, as a mark had ten thousand different ways to disappear in these crowds. Koldan considered this, wondering if his skills would be up to the test: chasing criminals through the smaller cities of The Dale had certainly been exhilarating on some days, but urban environments always presented their own challenges. Ah well; thoughts of older days had to be set aside for the present.

The Docks quickly lead the party from Triboar to Dorkath the Orkath and his rather unusual restaurant. Koldan stared curiously not at the Halfling hostess, but instead the curious food. It looked like bread, unleavened bread at that, covered in ... cheese? And some type of red paste. A quick sniff revealed it was probably made of 'tomatoes', something he had not seen that often: The North was not the right climate for such a crop. The smell was appetizing, invading his nose with the hint of a heavy, hearty dish, and they had mostly been subsisting off of hunted game, foraged vegetables, fruit, and nuts, and trail rations where necessarily.

Needless to say, Koldan was certainly hungry.

" Dining in," he finally replied, realizing he had been silent for just a tad too long. Reaching into a secured pocket, he also pulled out the platinum badge that Darathra had given him back in Triboar.

He held up the badge, aptly emblazoned with the symbol of three boars, to the hostess.

" We're actually here to see Dorkath. Darathra, a friend of his, sent us, and he really needs to hear what we have to say." ~


[sblock=Koldan's Stats]Character Sheet
Revised Ranger Deep Stalker 6

HP: 52/52
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +4 (Advantage)
Perception: +6 (Passive: 16)
Darkvision: 90 feet
In Hand: Nothing

[sblock=Defenses]AC: 16
Str:+2
Dex:+6
Con:+2
Int:+0
Wis:+3
Cha:-1[/sblock]
[sblock=Offenses]Heavy Crossbow: +8, 1d10+3P (Sharpshooter: +3, 1d10+13 P)
Scimitar: +6, 1d6+3 S (Offhand: +6, 1d6 S)
+4 Damage to All Humanoids & Giants[/sblock]
[sblock=Proficient Skills]Acrobatics: +6
Insight: +6
Investigation: +3
Perception: +6
Stealth: +6
Survival: +6[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells]Spell Save DC: 14 Spell Attack: +6
Level 1: 4/Long Rest
Disguise Self
Ensnaring Strike
Hail of Thorns
Hunter's Mark


Level 2: 2/Long Rest
Rope Trick
Silence
[/sblock]

[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 40 GP

Game Info:
Fire Giants attacked Triboar looking for a "Vonindod", which they called a weapon that was in many parts. Fire Giant Duke Zalto of Ironslag wants this to "win".

Darathra was a Harper: she gave me a Platinum Badge of Triboar to present to Dorkath The Orkath to let him know of the attack.

There is a Kobold in the area of Yartar named "Lightwalker", a craftsman with 'some incredible weapons'.

There is a 5,000 GP Bounty on "The Weevil", a Dwarven Brigand last seen at Xantharl's Keep as a stable cleaner. The reward is for delivering him alive to authorities in Mirabar.

Ghelryn Foehammer has given us a letter of recommendation to King Morinn and Queen Tithmel of Citadel Fellbar. Ghelryn will also give us a 10% discount on customized weapons and armor in Triboar.[/sblock][/sblock]
 
Euon was last to enter. His eyes swam, trying to take in the bustle of the overcrowded pizzeria but not quite managing to keep pace with his whirring brain. Euon's eyes lit on the Halfling server, took in her too-tight blue bodice. His gaze drifted to the orc sporting a fez for a hat. Euon watched the orc for a few moments, saw how the lecher hovered over the younger female customers. Euon frowned in disgust. He'd seen men do such things in the past, even older priests, and had little respect for that sort of character flaw. He continued taking in the shop and became aware that his stomach was rumbling. He eyed the long line and was about to go back outside to join it when the names "Dorkath" and "Darathra" filtered through to his hearing. Euon turned his attention to the human conversing with the hostess, took in the man's heavy crossbow, scimitar, and tatty red travel-stained cloak. He edged closer to the conversation, trying to hear, and motioned for Bell and Davaros to come closer, too.
 

Yavathol

Explorer
As he glanced around at the crowd, Gul felt an odd mixture of emotions. He privately admitted to himself that it was good to see the familiar sights of Waterdeep again, though the docks was not a quarter that he had ever spent much time in. At the same time, it was so much more crowded than the north, and with far more pickpockets and beggars.

With his hood drawn fully over his head, and his eyes looking down in the street, Koldan and Ilshana had the distinct impression that he did not want to announce his return to his home town. Leaving it to the others to talk to the servants and get Dorkaths attention, he kept a look out for people who did not fit with the usual attire and behavior of a stevedore or merchant.
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Davaros didn't like the looks of the place, and he especially didn't appreciate the cost of a slice of flatbread, with toppings. 1gp, this is absolutely absurd! and the place is full of commoners. poor wretches. this is why they remain commoners! he thought to himself.

However, duty commanded him. First here to check on Lily and then quickly to Cauldar Marskyl of House Thann. Davaros didn't like to carry the expensive pendant; there thieves everywhere, more so in the city. Davaros quietly pushed his way through the crowd, constantly on the lookout, and searched for a maiden that could be Oren Ogilvy's sister.
 

GreenKarl

Villager
Uric surged indifferently at the cost of this food, having little use for treasure. He was in this for the challenge, the fight, the battles themselves.
 

Creamsteak

Villager
Needless to say, Koldan was certainly hungry.

" Dining in," he finally replied, realizing he had been silent for just a tad too long. Reaching into a secured pocket, he also pulled out the platinum badge that Darathra had given him back in Triboar.

He held up the badge, aptly emblazoned with the symbol of three boars, to the hostess.

" We're actually here to see Dorkath. Darathra, a friend of his, sent us, and he really needs to hear what we have to say." ~
The halfling cheerily tells you, "Oh he loves that sort of thing. There's a private room over there, through the doorway on the right towards the back. I'll let him know he has friends visiting."

As he glanced around at the crowd, Gul felt an odd mixture of emotions. He privately admitted to himself that it was good to see the familiar sights of Waterdeep again, though the docks was not a quarter that he had ever spent much time in. At the same time, it was so much more crowded than the north, and with far more pickpockets and beggars.

With his hood drawn fully over his head, and his eyes looking down in the street, Koldan and Ilshana had the distinct impression that he did not want to announce his return to his home town. Leaving it to the others to talk to the servants and get Dorkaths attention, he kept a look out for people who did not fit with the usual attire and behavior of a stevedore or merchant.
The room is quite a variety of faces. Besides the staff and dockworkers, there seems to be two tables of experienced looking sailors and their captain. They loudly talk about their "lucky haul", it seems the captain is buying.

However, duty commanded him. First here to check on Lily and then quickly to Cauldar Marskyl of House Thann. Davaros didn't like to carry the expensive pendant; there thieves everywhere, more so in the city. Davaros quietly pushed his way through the crowd, constantly on the lookout, and searched for a maiden that could be Oren Ogilvy's sister.
As you enter you quickly identify the halfling girl hosting. She has the look of someone that could be related to Oren, though younger and far less intoxicated.

Uric surged indifferently at the cost of this food, having little use for treasure. He was in this for the challenge, the fight, the battles themselves.
You notice that this place is full of people that could put on at least a decent display of strength, though perhaps not veteran fighters or experienced combatants.

- - - - -

Dorkath seems to go around the room greeting all of his "regulars".

A somewhat portly human boy, probably 14 or 15, comes out from the kitchen with a large container and begins taking plates and other refuse off the tables. He's s low and seems not to wise about how to hustle.

Dorkath takes notice and scolds the busser, "You work faster or you'll be cleaning the oven tonight." He then goes back to his regulars, "Can't get no good help these days. Kids hungry, says he needs work. You gotta work, am I right? Gotta teach these young folks how to survive. Back in my day you'd haul rock ten miles up hill both ways with caltrops in your feet."

He seems to laugh. Everyone else doesn't seem to think it's that clever. He slaps someone else on the back and turns around and notices something strange about some of the people that have entered his domain. "Hey you! You new around here? Get in line or get seated. Ain't no time for standing around!" He seems to not direct this order at Illshana for some reason, just everyone else in the general area of the entrance standing around.
 

Jago

Villager
That must be our guy.

" Not exactly here for a bite, Dorkath the Orkath," Koldan called back, stepping into the restaurant proper and flicking the platinum badge towards the proprietor with the same accuracy he had shown back in Triboar.

" Friend of yours, Miss Shendrel, sent us. Urgent business along the Northern Roads."

He decided to let the coin and name speak for themselves: Darathra had assured Koldan that Dorkath would recognize and know what this meant.


[sblock=Koldan's Stats]Character Sheet
Revised Ranger Deep Stalker 6

HP: 52/52
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +4 (Advantage)
Perception: +6 (Passive: 16)
Darkvision: 90 feet
In Hand: Nothing

[sblock=Defenses]AC: 16
Str:+2
Dex:+6
Con:+2
Int:+0
Wis:+3
Cha:-1[/sblock]
[sblock=Offenses]Heavy Crossbow: +8, 1d10+3P (Sharpshooter: +3, 1d10+13 P)
Scimitar: +6, 1d6+3 S (Offhand: +6, 1d6 S)
+4 Damage to All Humanoids & Giants[/sblock]
[sblock=Proficient Skills]Acrobatics: +6
Insight: +6
Investigation: +3
Perception: +6
Stealth: +6
Survival: +6[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells]Spell Save DC: 14 Spell Attack: +6
Level 1: 4/Long Rest
Disguise Self
Ensnaring Strike
Hail of Thorns
Hunter's Mark


Level 2: 2/Long Rest
Rope Trick
Silence
[/sblock]

[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 40 GP

Game Info:
Fire Giants attacked Triboar looking for a "Vonindod", which they called a weapon that was in many parts. Fire Giant Duke Zalto of Ironslag wants this to "win".

Darathra was a Harper: she gave me a Platinum Badge of Triboar to present to Dorkath The Orkath to let him know of the attack.

There is a Kobold in the area of Yartar named "Lightwalker", a craftsman with 'some incredible weapons'.

There is a 5,000 GP Bounty on "The Weevil", a Dwarven Brigand last seen at Xantharl's Keep as a stable cleaner. The reward is for delivering him alive to authorities in Mirabar.

Ghelryn Foehammer has given us a letter of recommendation to King Morinn and Queen Tithmel of Citadel Fellbar. Ghelryn will also give us a 10% discount on customized weapons and armor in Triboar.[/sblock][/sblock]
 

Creamsteak

Villager
Dorkath snatches up the badge. He paws it over then squints through his monocle. "Oh, yes, strong girl. Offered her a job once. She didn't take it. Did you bring something else for me?"
 

Jago

Villager
" Just a little something."

Reaching into his pack, Koldan removed an awkwardly large object swaddled in cloth. It had to have been about the length of his forearm, the Ranger struggling a bit to move closer to Dorkath without bumping the package into any of the diners. Once he was within arm's length, the Daleman unfurled the cloth away so that only he and Dorkath would see the yellowed, enameled calcium beneath.

" Genuine Fire Giant," he explained in a hushed tone of the canine, " Extracted it myself, wasn't easy. Two of them and a host of other nasties attacked Triboar."

He wrapped the cloth back around the trophy, cradling it under his arm like an oblong ball.

" They were looking for something. Darathra said you needed to be notified, and that you might know something about this we don't, but I'm not exactly keen on discussing Giant raids in the middle of a restaurant," Koldan noted, still keeping his voice down.

" Don't want your customers to panic."


[sblock=Koldan's Stats]Character Sheet
Revised Ranger Deep Stalker 6

HP: 52/52
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +4 (Advantage)
Perception: +6 (Passive: 16)
Darkvision: 90 feet
In Hand: Nothing

[sblock=Defenses]AC: 16
Str:+2
Dex:+6
Con:+2
Int:+0
Wis:+3
Cha:-1[/sblock]
[sblock=Offenses]Heavy Crossbow: +8, 1d10+3P (Sharpshooter: +3, 1d10+13 P)
Scimitar: +6, 1d6+3 S (Offhand: +6, 1d6 S)
+4 Damage to All Humanoids & Giants[/sblock]
[sblock=Proficient Skills]Acrobatics: +6
Insight: +6
Investigation: +3
Perception: +6
Stealth: +6
Survival: +6[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells]Spell Save DC: 14 Spell Attack: +6
Level 1: 4/Long Rest
Disguise Self
Ensnaring Strike
Hail of Thorns
Hunter's Mark


Level 2: 2/Long Rest
Rope Trick
Silence
[/sblock]

[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 40 GP

Game Info:
Fire Giants attacked Triboar looking for a "Vonindod", which they called a weapon that was in many parts. Fire Giant Duke Zalto of Ironslag wants this to "win".

Darathra was a Harper: she gave me a Platinum Badge of Triboar to present to Dorkath The Orkath to let him know of the attack.

There is a Kobold in the area of Yartar named "Lightwalker", a craftsman with 'some incredible weapons'.

There is a 5,000 GP Bounty on "The Weevil", a Dwarven Brigand last seen at Xantharl's Keep as a stable cleaner. The reward is for delivering him alive to authorities in Mirabar.

Ghelryn Foehammer has given us a letter of recommendation to King Morinn and Queen Tithmel of Citadel Fellbar. Ghelryn will also give us a 10% discount on customized weapons and armor in Triboar.[/sblock][/sblock]
 

Creamsteak

Villager
The orc smiles a big toothy smile.

"Yes, come. I have a place with some privacy. This way."

He starts to walk towards a side room door.

OOC: Hah. I thought you guys missed that.
 

Jago

Villager
OOC: We moved on to the Waterdeep thread, but I had plans during our "downtime" in Triboar for Koldan to dig his sword in and play dentist.
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Davaros nudges Euon that is carrying Oren's introduction letter, and points to the halfling girl. "Let us check on the lass to fulfill our duty and be on our way!" he says to the sorcerer.

He walks over to her and introduces himself. "Greetings, I am Davaros and your brother Oren asked us to bring you a letter, and to check that you are well. We have fought off an invasion in Goldenfield, and he was worried about you."
 

Creamsteak

Villager
She looks at you a bit stunned for a moment. "Oren? I didn't know he was in Goldenfields..."

"An invasion? What kind? Was he hurt?"

She takes the letter and begins to read it.
 

Shayuri

Villager
Ilshana takes Gul by the arm and says, "Come on!" and hauls him to follow Koldan as he's led off to the side room.

Hopefully there'd be some of this peet-za in it for them too! It smelled amazing.
 

Creamsteak

Villager
[sblock=Uric,Gul,Illshana,Koldan]You are taken to a side room with a couple benches. Another two doors go out to the north. The proprietor moves to a table and pulls a flask from his robe.

"Giants! Giants! Don't understand a lick of business. Even the smart ones, they're used to just being so grand and so powerful that they've never once thought of capital. They want pride or honor or food or knowledge. Not worth a lick if you don't know how to turn it into value!"[/sblock]

[sblock=Euon,Lilly,Davaros]"His songs are not getting any better. Hopefully his performance is." She says. "I think the boss will want to hear about this. You mind talking to him? Follow me!"[/sblock]

The hostess heads towards the back room. Those of you within the room see the halfling approach Dorkath. She whisper's something into his ear. He seems to wave her on and asks her to bring "Flagons and food. I'll be taking lunch today." Lilly heads out with a skip.

The old wizard tilts his fez at this point watching as the newcomers hopefully file in.

"You know, the giant's once had a great empire. They warred against dragons. Both are now less than what they once where, or would have us believe as much at least..."

He looks on.

"There are many wheels turning. An elemental war. A demon incursion. Much is going on, and from what I know it seems that there's plenty of profit to be made on all sides. Can both of your groups tell me your stories? I would know something of this."

The halfling arrives soon with many flagons. Food may take quite a bit more time.
 

Jago

Villager
~ Others filed into the room. Koldan pulled back his hood slowly, revealing shaggy, dark brown hair flecked by silvering trim and cold, blue eyes that scanned these others. They were in the waiting room with himself and his companions, talking to the Halfling up front when the Ranger had been speaking to Dorkath, and now apparently they had information necessary for the Orc to hear as well.

Two Humans and a Gnome ... Wait. No, one was ... Human enough. But something was off, something ... different. He wasn't sure at the moment, but that wasn't his concern at the moment. Seeing as Dorkath addressed both of them, Koldan looked to his compatriots with a set of raised brows. Had something else happened along The Coast? How far did this Harper's information network stretch and, if he was this important, what in the Nine Hells was Dorkath doing running a restaurant?

Well ... a popular restaurant. In the middle of the most populous city along The Sword Coast. By the Docks where travelers from all ove-Koldan ceased his train of thought once he found it sound enough. Clearing his throat with a flagon of drink, he spoke.

" Well, we were in Triboar," Koldan noted, using his free hand to gesture to his three traveling companions, " The entire town seemed to be doing relatively well, but everything changed when The Fire Giants attacked. Orcs upon AxeBeaks, small monsters composed of magma (or is it lava?), they set many buildings ablaze. We met your friend, Darathra, and assisted her in saving the village, though many buildings were burned."

He shifted in his seat, still unsure of the new trio at their table, but he assumed (heavily) that they were trustworthy.

" We were able to stop the attackers, but the Fire Giants were digging for ... something, using some sort of device to look for a thing they called the 'Vonindod'. They called it a Weapon of sorts, wanted by their Duke, Zalto. All we found was some sort of metal ring, a large one; we slew the giants and made sure they didn't take it."

Koldan gently tapped Gul's shoulder with the back of his hand, noting the staff he carried with his icy eyes.

" My companion here has the rod they used to try and find this ring. The Fire Giants ... they said more would come. And that this Vonindod thing, it's in many pieces, and they're scouring all over looking to assemble it."

He frowned slightly. Here, Koldan was realizing he didn't exactly know that much about the situation, something he normally prided himself on.

" It sounded like they were preparing for some sort of conflict: Fire Giants are gathering at IronSlag, under Duke Zalto's orders." ~

[sblock=Koldan's Stats]Character Sheet
Revised Ranger Deep Stalker 6

HP: 52/52
Condition: Normal
Initiative: +4 (Advantage)
Perception: +6 (Passive: 16)
Darkvision: 90 feet
In Hand: Nothing

[sblock=Defenses]AC: 16
Str:+2
Dex:+6
Con:+2
Int:+0
Wis:+3
Cha:-1[/sblock]
[sblock=Offenses]Heavy Crossbow: +8, 1d10+3P (Sharpshooter: +3, 1d10+13 P)
Scimitar: +6, 1d6+3 S (Offhand: +6, 1d6 S)
+4 Damage to All Humanoids & Giants[/sblock]
[sblock=Proficient Skills]Acrobatics: +6
Insight: +6
Investigation: +3
Perception: +6
Stealth: +6
Survival: +6[/sblock]
[sblock=Spells]Spell Save DC: 14 Spell Attack: +6
Level 1: 4/Long Rest
Disguise Self
Ensnaring Strike
Hail of Thorns
Hunter's Mark


Level 2: 2/Long Rest
Rope Trick
Silence
[/sblock]

[sblock=Adventure Notes]Transactions:
Total Coin: 40 GP

Game Info:
Fire Giants attacked Triboar looking for a "Vonindod", which they called a weapon that was in many parts. Fire Giant Duke Zalto of Ironslag wants this to "win".

Darathra was a Harper: she gave me a Platinum Badge of Triboar to present to Dorkath The Orkath to let him know of the attack.

There is a Kobold in the area of Yartar named "Lightwalker", a craftsman with 'some incredible weapons'.

There is a 5,000 GP Bounty on "The Weevil", a Dwarven Brigand last seen at Xantharl's Keep as a stable cleaner. The reward is for delivering him alive to authorities in Mirabar.

Ghelryn Foehammer has given us a letter of recommendation to King Morinn and Queen Tithmel of Citadel Fellbar. Ghelryn will also give us a 10% discount on customized weapons and armor in Triboar.[/sblock][/sblock]
 

Steve Gorak

Explorer
Davaros is weary, he wasn't expecting to go in a back room, and seeing others there, his initial thought was "trap"!. Sensing the low level of tension of all present, he relaxed a bit, but kept his arms free, ready to quickly grab his sword.

After the one named Koldan finished his story, Davaros nodded in respect and all his tension dissipated. These were heroes that put their lives on the line to help the villagers of Triboar. Definitely worthy of his presence and his respect.

"I am Davaros, and I salute your deeds!" He said, ceremonially. "We were in Goldenfields, when the town was attacked by humanoids. We also faced two hill giants, but they were to be mostly concerned about food than anything else, and after an altercation, we convinced them to help repel the other invaders in exchange of a wagon of food."

Davaros eyes the Rod and the metal ring, to see if there is any resemblance with the trinkets the hill giants had.

OOC: I am assuming that no roll is required for this, please let me know if it should be otherwise
 
Euon was pleased Lilly read and reacted well to Oren's letter of introduction, and that the letter resulted in a warm welcome. He breathed an internal sigh of relief at being well-received. Until he caught Koldan eyeing him with a hint of a frown, and then Euon's discomfort returned. He paled. Not wanting anyone to see he had greyscale or to somehow guess he could perform minor arcane tricks, Euon waited until Koldan looked away then shuffled to the side to partially obscure his hands and lower body behind Davaros.

Euon listened carefully to all that was said, but did not voice his thoughts. He tried to hide his interest in the conversation by studying Bella, wondering a bit where her gorilla was. He wasn't sure about the gorilla just yet. It was large and seemed loyal to Bella, but he'd yet to make friends with it. His attention slide back to the pizza shop owner, who he studied. "This orc with the fez, is he a wizard? An orc with magic. In public. An orc with magic in public. And orc, with magic, in public! How is he not burned as a heretic?!" Euon's brain whirred and clicked at speed, trying to take in everything and make meaning of it.

OOC: I'm going to say that Euon's thought, while not spoken out loud, was inadvertently and unintentionally sent to Bellalalalinda via a message spell, and that Bella can hear in her head what Euon's thinking. [MENTION=23484]Kobold Stew[/MENTION]
 

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