Iron Heroes - Dark Harbor

[Old Fezziwig]

"Gods' blood." Grendel says quietly, thinking of his parents, just a short ways away from them at this very moment. I wouldn't want to be tracking someone through this mess of a city. Or, worse, out to sea. There's a rough spot to be in, surely.

 

[Einan]

Hearing Ghuntomas's story, Gregghor nods approvingly. "It is good to avenge the dead. You must find these people and make them pay for their crimes. Their spirits will not rest until there is justice."

 

[Ambrus]

Borat. A new piece of the puzzle fell into place. Damien had thought the man's accent sounded western but hadn't been able to reconcile the woodsman's appearance with his accent. Most Borati in the city were merchants coming to trade for fish or treasures from the Drowning Towers; the city's two biggest exports. Borati merchants didn't usually have such a disheveled appearance as did Ghuntomas. At the mention of murder Damien appears shocked."Murdered? Your whole family? Who would do such a thing? Why?"

 

[Erekose13]

"A stranger in our town; my family took him in as he was injured and cold, a mistake I will pay for forever." replies Ghuntomas.

 

[Ambrus]

Sensing Ghuntomas's reluctance to speak further about his family's demise Damien chooses not to push the man further on the subject for the time being. Instead the group continues on in silence arriving shortly at the Mast and Mainsail. Perhaps a little early for a pint, but appropriate under circumstances I think. It's been quite the day so far; I could use a drink. Ah. I believe this is the place you were talking about Grendel. After you. Damien gestures towards the door, inviting the others to enter.

 

[Dalamar]

Grendell doesn't recognize anybody at the Wharves.

Gregghor gets a few odd looks from other people as he shows affection to the dead animal's head on his shoulder.

The group has to step to the side of the road at one point as a cart pulled by a mule and loaded with fish passes them. The fisherman driving the cart keeps on apologizing to everybody he passes like his life depended on not offending anybody.

Entering the Mast and Mainsail, the group is first greeted by the strong smell of ale and tobacco. Half a dozen sailors are currently in the common room, sharing drinks and stories. The owner, Delohan Jex, is pouring another drink and talking with a customer, and a serving wench is picking up the tankards at an empty table.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel nods at Delohan Jex as he enters and heads over to the empty table, claiming it as it were.

He turns to the group slightly sheepishly. "I don't necessarily expect that Jex recognizes me, but I've lived here all my life and seen enough of him that I feel as though I know him rather well. Foolish, maybe, but it's probably best to stay on cordial terms with the man. He's quite influential in his own way."

When the serving girl comes back, he orders an ale, has a pull on it, and smiles. "That never fails to work. Any interest in getting to business?" His hand retains an iron grip on the tankard. Whatever information gathering Grendel's about to do, he's about to do it with his ale in hand, and, as he stands, it becomes apparent that it starts with talking with Delohan Jex as soon as possible.

 

[Ambrus]

Stopping inside the doorway, Damien looks around the smoky room. He follows Grendel over to the table, settles down and orders himself a pint of mead. Glancing at the scrap of parchment in his hand Damien reads aloud: "Dereol Philten, Covis Elassyn, Leyra Nowell, and Stamett Ruun. Those are the boat-owners able to take us to the Drowning Towers. There's no hurry in asking around about them though; we don't want to seem pushy or rude. I think we can enjoy a pint and just try being cordial with the sailors. We can try to get em talking about the ferrymen once they've warmed up to us a bit. If we've no luck here we can just move on to another pub later. Keep in mind that we've to go back to the Excise House in the morning though, so try to hold your liquor." Damien says the last with a smile and a wink to the others.

OOC: Damien is going to try to Gather Information (+5 bonus) over the next few hours. Hopefully his familiarity with the neighbourhood and seafaring in general will help him to relate to the sailors. If the others are willing to follow his lead perhaps they could successfully aid another for additional bonuses.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Grendel nods.

OOC: The bodyguard will work his best, as a native of Harborside, to aid Damien in his info gathering. He's still interested in talking to Jex, though, and finding out what he can find out about the tenor of things in Malador from the owner's point of view. [Aid Another/Gather Information against DC 10, +1 Cha, 18.]

 

[Erekose13]

Ghuntomas will do his best not to screw up anyones attempts at gathering information.

(ooc: Aid another. Gather Info +0)