[IC] The Protectors of Greensfen (Part II)

[Arbanax]

Rellek eying the exchange, gave a hand to the barman, as he used this opportunity to search for any clues about the bodies as well as anything the group could benefit from.

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[Bramble]

"Hey, not so fast there, barkeep," Interrupts Blay. "My selfless heroics earlier may well be the only thing anyone present ever truly remembers about this night, but I couldn't help but get the feeling you were nervously awaiting someone or... something." Remarks Blay, nodding towards the inert warforged.

"Just what was that all about? Are these things or the humans that accompanied them truly unknown to you?"

 

[nerdytenor]

The bartender bristles slightly at Blay's question.

"We've got our problems, and there's plenty around here I worry about," he says, glancing around the bar, "but I've never seen anything like those fighting-gizmos before." He stares at you coldly. "You have my word on that."

He pauses to look around. With the bodies taken into a back room, and the hostilities over, patrons begin filtering into the inn again.

"Ah, but I'm afraid I may have to take my word back on another count," he says, more quietly now. "I can't have you staying overnight here, letter from Dardus or no. It seems like it'd be bad luck, what with you being attacked and all. I'm a superstitious fellow," he adds, with a less than sincere chuckle.

"I have a safe place I can take you after closing time, if you're interested" he whispers, just loud enough for the party to hear.

 

[Arbanax]

Rellek, joined his friends at the Bar, having dragged the bodies to one side and checked for anything of value or any clues first.

Then after retreaving his bow he came to sit to one side of the perky Bard, Rellek turned to him and Kraegyn and said, Friend Blay you and Kraegyn fought well. Had it not been for your help our night and with it our adventure, would be over. Thank you.

And with that he nodded to the barkeep as he too lifted his mug of ale sipped it, bringing himself into focus as he listened intently to the conversations that were beinging to start up again around him.

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[The Digger]

"I suppose it's another hovel to sleep in" groaned Joshua in response to the barman "it's the story of my life."

"Thanks for the drinks anyway" he through some copins on the bar "but you' d better give me a bottle to take with me tonight as well."

 

[pathfinderq1]

Kraegyn preened just a bit at Rellek's words, but mostly he just sat and worked his way through another ale. As the others talked a bit with the barkeep, though, he drew forth a small swatch of cloth and cleaned off the scales on his arms, polishing away the bllod and gunk of combat. "We'll take what we can get for shelter- it is still better than camping in open ground. But before we settle down, I think we ought to look around a little more- see if anybody knows these corpses, or where that other guy ran off to... Maybe we can even get in another fight." At the last words his voice sounded almost wistful.

OOC: If we have the time for short rest, Kraegyn will burn through three more surges to get back to full HP, with room to spare (total of six spent for the day).

 

[nerdytenor]

"I suppose it's another hovel to sleep in" groaned Joshua in response to the barman "it's the story of my life."

The bartender's face frowns a bit at this, then nods. "It ain't much. My old ma's place - been a few years since she passed - still haven't managed to sell it."

"Thanks for the drinks anyway" he through some copins on the bar "but you' d better give me a bottle to take with me tonight as well."

"You sure about that, friend," the bartender asks, raising an eyebrow. "From the looks of it, you'll need all your wits about you."

But before we settle down, I think we ought to look around a little more- see if anybody knows these corpses, or where that other guy ran off to... Maybe we can even get in another fight."

The bartender nods. "I wouldn't mind taking a look at their faces myself. My cousin should be here to relieve me of my shift in half an hour or so, then we can go look together." The bartender turns around and grouchily serves some more customers in the bar.

OOC: Party is now resting - let me know if you want to spend surges and if so how many. Remember Blay's ability lets you heal an extra 3 hp for every surge you spend.

 

[The Digger]

Joshua bit back an angry retort and nodded curtly to the bartender. "You are right, friend, and I must not blame you for the way I am feeling. I will take the bottle though, although I promise I will be careful in my partaking."

The wizard stashed the bottle in his pack and headed off to rest.

[sblock=OOC]Joshua will spend 1 surge. that 8 plus the extra 3 brings him to full and leaves 8/9 surges.[/sblock]

 

[Arbanax]

Rellek will spend surges to get back up to full HP...Nt thanks

Did we get any treasure, gold or clues from the Warforged or guards we took out?

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[nerdytenor]

The sound inside the bar increases gradually as patrons continue to file in and trade various bits of metal for various glasses of liquid. Laughter can be heard, and a few parts of the bar become slightly obscured by the haze of pipe smoke.

As promised, the bartender's relief arrives, and he motions for you to follow him into the back room where the bodies lie hidden. The bartender kneels next to the two dead humans, and sighs. "This is a grim business. I'd like to be able to say these are the first dead I've had to identify, but, alas, I cannot."

He leans forward and removes the helmet of the first man. He is surprisingly young - his face is haggard and pale. He pauses carefully to consider his face, and then performs the same ritual on the other man. About the same age, and with similar features, it could be that they were brothers. Both of them look as if they hadn't had much to eat in a number of days.

The bartender rises from his kneeling position and shakes his head. "I'd say I know just about everyone who passes through this village on a regular basis, and I've never seen these men." He frowns. "Sorry I can't help you here."

A quick search of the bodies finds each of the two men were carrying identical satchels containing the same amount of money - exactly 100 gold pieces. "Hmm... Well, usually lost property becomes the property of the bar, but I'd say in this case the gold is yours." He grins conspiratorially. "Looks like you've had a bit of luck today after all!"

The bartender does not make any attempt to inspect the warforged - he is clearly spooked by the machines.


OOC: 200 gold from the deceased humans. What do you want to do now? Any more inspecting? Do you want to stay in the bar? Take the bartender's offered room? Get out of dodge?