Leif's 4E Adventuring in Encastulum [IC 01]

[dfn]

Fervol gets up to go, standing by the table, looking at his new companions, anticipating they will also get up to leave.

 

[Leif]

Moving on... ...to The Boisterous Bluejay

They do, in fact, get up to leave, and the group leaves the edifice that is The Quiet Harpy and moves down a dirt street to a more homey looking , almost quaint establishment that has a sign featuring a squawking bluejay. There are just a few old-timers drinking here. mostly farmers by the look of them. The Innkeeper/Bartender says, "Welcome, friends, I'm John Applejohn, and you are most welcome here. Have a seat, knock the trail dust off, and I'll serve you drinks to slake your thirst, and food if you want."

 

[Scotley]

Rydan, feeling a little confused follows Fervol. He settles into a seat at the Boisterous Bluejay and responds to the host. A pleasure to meet you John. "I am Rydan. A meal and a cool drink would be most welcome."

 

[dfn]

Fervol nods at John and just says "Fervol"
He sits down.

 

[Leif]

The Boisterous Bluejay

"Fervol, Rydan," says John as he set two brimming mugs of ale before you two and one for Firil, too. "What can I help you gents with, this fine day?"

 

[dfn]

Fervol takes a swig, sets the mug down, and while still looking at the ale says "Ogres."
After a few seconds, he shifts his eyes to John, waiting to judge his reaction.

 

[Leif]

The Boisterous Bluejay

'What's that you say, lad? You have an ogre that you can't put your hand to? I'm usually not in the habit of providing ogres...."

 

[dfn]

"Usually, huh?" Have there not been sightings of Ogres in these parts recently?"

 

[Leif]

The Boisterous Bluejay

"And just why do you think you want an ogre, anyway?"

 

[dfn]

"Call me paranoid, but I suspect they're cultists..."