World of Kulan DM
"He's inside checking on today's batch of stew," the boy says as he balances cups and plates n his arms. "It's really good today." He deftly gives your table a wipe-down with a damp cloth before heading into the cave's opening. "Jam, a patron is looking for you."Tuck nods at the lad, and motioning for himself and Akos he adds, "Two, please. D'you know if Jam is around?"
"Ooh, what's the lady's name?"
"No, not like that. It's the kobold. Puck, I believe?"
"Ah, why didn't you say so!" Jamtulon so appears at the cave mouth. He's wearing his usual attire. Pomp and casual at the same time. A wild tunic and festive pantaloons but also a tan smock with a few stains. He wears a felt hat adorned with both semi-precious stones and an array of feathers that have seen better days.
"Mister Tuck, so good to see you. Come back for more kahve, have you?" He lets out a quick whistle. "Thaddée will bring it out in a second. Hurry up in there lad and bring me that new blend too."
Thaddée appears with three cups of hot brew. Tuck can tell it is likely a blend of Jam's pale coffee and the powerful kahve he calls Buzz. He also carries a small pot that smells quite aromatic along with a couple of extra cups for tasting. Jam quickly sips his own coffee after adding a bit of sheep's milk, which he pours out of a flask. He pours both Tuck and Akos a small amount of the new blend and lets them try it at their leisure.
"Bring a bit of stew, too, Thaddée. I'm famished." He smiles at the kobold. "It's been a busy morning."
"Where else should I be but in the arms of those who need me most? Let The Five and the other puffed up nobles get their entertainments from the Theater on the Bluff or the the dens of the Black Boudoir. The best of them know that the best stories and songs originate here at The Tale!"Akos sits tentatively on the dirty bench. Frowning, he looks around, noting patrons and their clothing, noting shabby interior...
"How can a bard live like this? Where is the flair? Where are the lives of the mighty? What importance could these wretches hold that is worth his time?"
While he can talk about and to common crowds, while he can probably talk or intimidate his way out of trouble, Akos is still too much fey, appreciating finer points of life and everything it can offer. This...tavern...barely can support necessities.
He stands with a flourish and begins singing a rousing tune called 'What’s In A Bottle Of Elfish Wine'. The bard weaves his way through those walking the corridors of the Coach & Six and dances with several maids as he sings. He dances a jig alongside several steam gnomes with his hands on his hips.
The coffee flows and soon the tables of The Tales are overflowing with patrons. Jam greets everyone personally and dishes out several plates of stew for some young waifs who came to listen but had no coin to pay. He even puts out a big bowl for the local stray cats filled with a mixture of sheep's milk and fish stew. He is soon sitting with you again and whistling in between spoonfuls of fishy broth. He pets a stray feline next to him that looks like it might have some 'dire' blood in it. The big cat purrs and rubs its whiskers against the man's knee.
"There is no where else I'd rather be," Jam gives Akos a wink just as Thaddée brings out a huge bone for Mutt to gnaw on.
"It's a good idea," Custodio agrees. "And there is an orphanage in New City that could really use the animal. It was hit hard during the disaster caused by the mad sorcerer."Once they are out of earshot of the greasy merchant, Tim whispers the following to Custodio:
Tim whispers, "After the beast serves its purpose, we shall indeed do as you suggested. I think the children would love having it for a pet. I can also leave behind a small amount, perhaps 2 platinum pieces, to help pay for the animal's care and shelter for the first few months. What say you to this idea?"
The old donkey has more life in him that the greasy merchant believed; either that or the beast is just happy to be away from the man. It pulls the cart without difficulty, and the adventuring duo soon pull into the small estate of Kaleb's family. The Raupachs obviously have means although the small noble house would be considered upper-middle-class, at most, in Tim's homeland of Vrocia.
An old man who is obviously Kaleb's father, just by his bearing and the concern on his face, stands near the front door of the house. Another man, dressed in the uniform of a Bluffside Regular, stands next to him. When he sees the cart arrive, he nods to Kaleb's father and goes to help the adventurers help the young man out of the cart.
"Still haven't learned how to duck, have you, little brother, eh?" The man says mockingly.
"Don't start with me, Oskar. I've had a really bad couple of days."
"So I see," the older Raupach brother notes solemnly. "I can send a runner for Adeline, if you think you need it?"
"Don't bother our cousin, I'll be fine," Kaleb insists. "I just need some rest." He glances towards his father causally. "How is he?"
"Ornery," Oskar replies with a whisper. "But he's better than last week. Adeline stopped by several days ago and her salves helped." As the group nears the doors, Oskar raises his voice. "Well, you're going to have to heal fast. We cannot have you lying around here taking up space for weeks on end."
"Aye," their father replies. "I hear you tripped over a myth?"
"Who are these men? They don't appear to be soldiers."
"A group of adventurers working for the Lord Commander," Kaleb replies. "Hunting a sorcerer."
"Ah, I see. I'd heard about that mission." He looks at the trio with a raised eyebrow. "Not what I was expecting, but I'm sure the Lord Commander knows his own business. Welcome to House Raupach. I am Lord Hugo Raupach. You may address me as Lord Raupach or Lord Master of the Sword."