In response to the fat man's jibe the girl gives a cherub grin and announces, "Oh you know those adventuresome sorts!" She brings her hand up to her mouth like one would do to whisper to a confidant, which is obviously not the case here. "Between you and me, I think they have attention issues. They are off doing their own thing around somewhere."
She places a hand on the dwarf's shoulder to direct him to an empty table. "Get us a table, I'll grab the first round as well as play a rather cumbersome, annoying game to get some info." With a wink to the dwarf she makes her way through the slight crowd to the proprietor. In between each person she smooths out her hair, softens her face, cricks her neck, and clears her throat.
By the time she arrives at the bar, her air seems different somehow. She smiles at the proprietor, not the cherub grin, but a soft one that draws attention to her lips. "Hello, I am Lanalia," she gives the slightest of curtsies to him. "It would be rude of me if I did not mention that your establishment is quite nice when not filled the rabble-rousers." Her voice, normally childish and quick, has smoothed out and deepened. "First, I must order a large ale for my companion and a glass of sherry, if you have it, for myself. Second however, If I have learned one thing in my travels, it is that the tavern-keep is the real knowledge base of a town." She winks and looks toward the town head before finishing with a roll of her eyes. "And I have some information to trade you."
She sits upon a stool in front of the man and continues, "We did in fact find some interesting things in the forest. Our first stop led us to the woodsman's home. We were surprised to discover he had been attacked and poisoned. With no way to cure him at the time, we made for the area he directed us to. There, we discovered two beings cloaked in a holy aura. They refused to help us and left us to be murdered by the woodsman's attacker. It turned out to be a creature likely from some lower plane. We dispatched it and caused it's companion to flee. Judging by forest's sounds returning, I expect it not to return. After this though," Lanalia puts a troubled look on her face and gazes down at the counter, "I did not wish to panic your patrons, the rest of the group disappeared into the ether without a sign or sound. With little else to do, we returned to the woodsman, he is now on the mend in his home, and then here."
She softly places her hand on her cheek. "Now it's your turn, know anything about these erratic events? You mentioned a monastery as well?"
She places a hand on the dwarf's shoulder to direct him to an empty table. "Get us a table, I'll grab the first round as well as play a rather cumbersome, annoying game to get some info." With a wink to the dwarf she makes her way through the slight crowd to the proprietor. In between each person she smooths out her hair, softens her face, cricks her neck, and clears her throat.
By the time she arrives at the bar, her air seems different somehow. She smiles at the proprietor, not the cherub grin, but a soft one that draws attention to her lips. "Hello, I am Lanalia," she gives the slightest of curtsies to him. "It would be rude of me if I did not mention that your establishment is quite nice when not filled the rabble-rousers." Her voice, normally childish and quick, has smoothed out and deepened. "First, I must order a large ale for my companion and a glass of sherry, if you have it, for myself. Second however, If I have learned one thing in my travels, it is that the tavern-keep is the real knowledge base of a town." She winks and looks toward the town head before finishing with a roll of her eyes. "And I have some information to trade you."
She sits upon a stool in front of the man and continues, "We did in fact find some interesting things in the forest. Our first stop led us to the woodsman's home. We were surprised to discover he had been attacked and poisoned. With no way to cure him at the time, we made for the area he directed us to. There, we discovered two beings cloaked in a holy aura. They refused to help us and left us to be murdered by the woodsman's attacker. It turned out to be a creature likely from some lower plane. We dispatched it and caused it's companion to flee. Judging by forest's sounds returning, I expect it not to return. After this though," Lanalia puts a troubled look on her face and gazes down at the counter, "I did not wish to panic your patrons, the rest of the group disappeared into the ether without a sign or sound. With little else to do, we returned to the woodsman, he is now on the mend in his home, and then here."
She softly places her hand on her cheek. "Now it's your turn, know anything about these erratic events? You mentioned a monastery as well?"