Misery in Mordent

[Brother Shatterstone]

Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and Cohort

Drevan rest his elbows, arms up, upon the table and his head upon his hands in a universal sign of impatience he seems rather uninterested in the patrons of the tavern his mind consumed with the job at hand and that black carriage.

Listen Check: 4

OOC: I see a pattern of poor checks developing...

Aesa, on the other hand scans the room many times while waiting for the drinks before turning to pay attention to Horatio’s rhythmic drumming. She looks up at him smiling before she starts to join in to the drumming.

Listen Check: 18

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Listen: 5.

OOC: Bad rolls indeed...

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

OOC: Oops, forgot to roll for listen check.

Listen Check Roll : 15 +2 mod = 17 total
Link to roll:
http://www14.brinkster.com/nadaka/Experiments/DiceBoxSearch.asp?FindValue=705&SearchFor=RollNum

 

[Jarval]

Horatio grins as Aesa joins in on the drumming, modifying the pattern to better suit two percussionists.

"You've got a good sense of rhythm." He says after a moment. "Have you been musical trained?"

 

[Snipehunt]

Horatio, Baldor, Aesa, and Karthak hear and observe the the following at the table w/ three similar looking peeople and one very tough-looking man:

Male with a mole on his cheek - "Ya ain't kiddin', I gots nothin' left but this." He drops a nearly empty change-purse on the table, then pats it to emphasize it's lack of coin.

Female with a raspy, seductive voice- "Aye, but it'll be pickin' up soon. Traveller's be startin' to come, we'll get ours'n from the take. The salts'll be needin' their fancies, and summat other'n dried fish to eat this winter, and sure'n they'll need another shirt or dress or summat."

Mole - "Ah, and sure, that's why Monat cancelled the Fair, eh? Because so many merchants and tinkers and Vistani will be comin' to Thristle?"

Male with deep voice, "Be caused by the swamp beasties, eh? No one w' any sense or an'ting to sell be coming down the Coast Road with all the swamp emptyin' into the roads.

Female - "That's why Burrat's here, eh? Get rid of that problem, and mebbe we all gets a little for usselves in the process. Eh, Burrat?"

At that, the tough-looking man snaps to attention and slaps at the female. "Quiet, you three. Enough chatter. Head home, and meet me here tomorrow at dawn."

 

[Snipehunt]

At that, the three peole, apparently locals, leave, the woman giving Ivar a steady, appraising stare as she walks by the table. An infinitesmal tip of her tongue seems to dart between her lips, and then she is gone into the night.

The other, apparenlty Burrat, sits back to drink the rest of his mug.

Blue-eye, the bartender, walks over to the table, somewhat crowded by the 7. He apologizes for the delay, and sets 7 mugs of rich, amber ale in glass before the party, as well as 7 heaping bowls of some sort of seafood stew. It smells spicy with exotic scents to the starngers to Mordent, and tastes surprisingly good for such a place. The ale is perhaps the best any have tasted, and Baldor, Ivar and Horatio in particular have tasted their fair share (OK, poetic license).

Blue eye treats Burrat with extreme deference, asking him if he would like more ale as one would ask a king. Or an executioner. Burrat declines, and watches the party surreptitiously. The remaining table of non-farmers (besided McDonough, who sits at the bar) also steals looks at the party.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and Cohort

Aesa while listing to the other table replies to both the change in beat and to Horatio questions with blushing smile and slight giggle, “Not really… but somewhat. It’s more of a pastime and I couldn’t live long on my musical talent.” Smiling at the bartender she thanks him for the food and ale quite surprised that he didn’t drop half of the 7 mugs.

Drevan waited patiently for his ale almost as if he was withdrawn to the world and didn’t come too till the bartender arrived. Once “awake” he thanked the bartender and turns to the others at the table and some form of a toast… “I hope it’s worth the cost.”

Neither one of the two companions realize just how hungry they were in till they taste the remarkable soup.

 

[Jarval]

Horatio frowns briefly on overhearing the conversation, mentally noting to discuss the matter with his brother when an opportunity presents itself.

Returning his attention to Aesa, Horatio shrugs at her assessment of her talents.

"You've got enough sense of time to make you better than many bards I've heard perform." Then he grimaces jokingly. "Not that it would take much in some cases. So, which field is your calling? Myself, I'm a singer foremost, with little training in other musical areas. Ah, here's the food."

"Gods." Horatio says quietly on tasting the beer.

"Aye." Osric takes another sip from his mug, savouring the flavour. "You could start wars over the hops this was brewed from. Lets hope the secret never gets out." He grins, enjoying the ale.

The brothers quickly make an impression on their bowls of stew, Osric clearing his plate well in advance of the rest of the group. He leans back contentedly in his chair, forgetting for a moment the trials that brought him to this place.

 

[Thrarn Iranorn]

Karthak doesn’t completely understand what the locals were talking about and wants to ask the others what they got out of it, but thought it would be better discussed elsewhere.

Eyeing the disgraced soldier at the bar, Karthak pushes away his food, grabs his drink and stands. “I have some unfinished business that needs taken care of."

Quickly crossing the room, he walks up behind the soldier, places a hand on his shoulder and plops down on the barstool next to him. “I think I owe you a nice strong drink...and an apology. What’s your poison? And I will not take no for an answer”

Karthak orders two of whatever drink the soldier wants and drinks one of the drinks with him. ”I am sorry, I have always been bad with names. I am sure I heard yours, but cannot remember it. I am Karthak.”

Karthak waits for the mans response and then continues. ”Well, I have a proposition for you. It appears that you are out of a job, and we are in need of a guide that knows what the hell is going on around here. You seem like the perfect man for the job. I do not know about the others, but I would be willing to pay you a good amount for your service. What you say, you join us at our table and discuss it over a bowl of soup?”

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Sir Drevan Whiteshield: (Male/Human/Fighter 4/Knight of the Crown 4) and Cohort

Aesa smiles as see bites into a rather succulent mouthful while at the same time trying not to laugh or spill the contents of her mouth as Horatio patiently waits for his answer. Finally, under control Aesa smiles and replies, "Oh a little song and a little dance, but my real love is the flute.” A slight noise from Drevan interrupts a more elaborate answer from Aesa as everyone turns to look at Drevan. Drevan up to this point had been enjoying his meal and making a fair amount of small talk with those gathered at the table. Now he’s looking at straight to the bar and Karthak. I slightly worried look falls across his face as he’s worried at the Karthak temper if the apologize falls upon deaf ears.