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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Archon Basileus" data-source="post: 7293346" data-attributes="member: 6855545">EVERYONEDespite being as lively as possible, the place is held on a business-like fashion. Music is kept to a minimum, and drinks are poured copiously solely on account of dwarven's legendary resilience. Many chalk boards inform of prices - from food to rooms to trading goods - and information is sprung out everywhere concerning fees and associates' rights, in at least three distinct languages - dwarvish being the most prominent. All is kept to a reasonable, quiet tone, differently than most taverns the companions have known throughout their lives. But then again, this is not exactly a tavern, and the people from Nerath Wall is not exactly festive...MARIUS[We can roleplay the two conversations at once, of course! It would be, as far as I believe, far more practical to just side-line individual actions as decisions are made!]Arvana bends her head in recognition of Marius' words. "You show concern for the well fare of everyone involved. No better side to be, as far as this conflict is concerned." - she continues, avoiding food and drink.***The monks salute Marius, clearly content to see a fellow monk in Nerath. They introduce themselves as Laozi and Meng-zu, pupils of Zao the Robin. Marius recognizes their bows and identifies both of them as students of the Ascending Sun, the order's mounted archers. Their horses shouldn't be far, as well, holding an intimate link with their riders. As Marius mentions Odreos' name, the monks nod in approval. His master is well-known among all others, and Marius' name does not fall far behind. The shadow school commands great respect for all the dangerous tasks it takes upon itself."We heard rumors of your departure, brother..." - Laozi starts - "...and it didn't come as a surprise. Troubled times, I believe, are ahead of us. Odreos himself sent forth some of your fellow shadow students to investigate the many strange happenstances that plague the lands south of the Mouth of Fire. We ourselves helped some refugees here..." - he gestures towards several dwarves, clearly mountaineers lodged in the Oddfellows. "A golden spur's with us as well..." - he uses the common designation for the knight-paladins of the Order.MORGRYM As the druid takes his parcel of food, he begins to realize how many mountain dwarves are around. At first the druid considers them to be merchants, just as himself, descending the mountains to trade cheese and wool for the barley and wheat from the lowlands. Soon enough, though, this first impression vanishes. They're too numerous, counting among their numbers a fair share of children and elders, none of which would ride with a caravan. Before Morgrym can inquire about their presence, though, he overhears a familiar voice from over his shoulder calling out to him. "Morgrym?" - young Adelia's voice calls out to him. The damsel is Rurick's younger sister, one of the many farmers to live a few miles away from Morgrym's hut."Morgrym, you're here!" - she repeats, excitedly. "Good winds, at last! How did you find us?" - she gestures around, and now the druid recognizes a few faces from the valley where he tends to his flock.SHAYURIThe sorceress' disguise works like a charm. The merchants pay no attention to her. In truth, no one notices her distinctive features, mistaking her for another peddler. Her request isn't frowned upon as well, and a nice mixture of a rare southern wine is soon brought up. The tender brags about having a selection of frozen wines as well before moving on to the next table.As the companions debate their next steps, Shayuri notices the tension pilling up around. The refugees are a sure sign of trouble in the north, and the locals seem to be concerned about the ever-present menace of foreign troops around the desert. One or two moans of fear also arise from the strange disappearances happening all over the White Wastes, probably linked to the legendary ancient city, rumored to have reappeared in the deepest recesses of the dry lands.HAGADARKA pair of halflings serve the orc without complaint. Their discomfort is clear, but they're smart enough to stay quiet and tend to his needs. A pair of gnomes, puffing around their pipes, surround Hagadark with unashamed curiosity. Eventually, one of them gathers his courage and comes around the greenskin, offering a flagon of strong ale and attempting a shy, clumsy conversation."I heard there's trouble up north..." - he begins, unceremoniously, as he tries to emulate the courage of a warrior. "Your men marched to the external towers, didn't they?" - he spits to the side, puffs once more.  "Can you tell us what is going on?" @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=24380" target="_blank">Neurotic</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=4936" target="_blank">Shayuri</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=6801311" target="_blank">KahlessNestor</a> @<a href="http://www.enworld.org/forum/member.php?u=87106" target="_blank">MetaVoid</a>[Conversations can be roleplayed in parallel, no worries! I think it would make gameplay more dynamic, in fact! Also, [MENTION=24380]Neurotic[/MENTION], I was waiting for you to engage in conversation in order to define the DC to roll a diplomacy test - in order to recruit the brothers. Go ahead and roll it, if you want! Finally, sorry for the broken post... I'm finishing up this term, so... <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />]</blockquote>

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