R1: Hired Hands (nimisgod judging)

[Patlin]

Tor unlimbers his chain and listens at the door. Is it talking? Fighting? Something else? (+5 listen check.)

 

[Dungannon]

Tor cautiously approaches the doors and presses his ear against the wood. He hears the ringing of hammer on metal, frequently puncuated by the course bellowing of a master addressing a student. He assumes the voice must belong to Barak Silverbeard, the owner of the forge and the person the party is supposed to deliver the box to.

 

[LogicsFate]

Valan smiles a bit "Tor, You are far too wound up" He steps up to the door and pounds three short, and quick times

 

[Patlin]

Tor smiles, but says nothing. He steps back while Valan knocks.

If there is no problem, so much the better. If danger lurks within, actions will speak louder than words.

His chain is at the ready, but otherwise he is relaxed.

 

[Dungannon]

Valan knocks sharply on the door. You hear a deep voice utter a dwarven curse then, slightly softer, say something else. After a few moments one of the doors opens a crack and large man sticks his head out. "Sorry, but we're closed for the evening. Come back tomorrow after sun up."

 

[Patlin]

"We have a delivery for you. Did you wish to decline receipt?" Tor inquires, trying for a bland tone.

 

[Dungannon]

"A delivery? For me? How do you know who I am?" A closer look tells you that this individual is still just a lad, one very big for his age, but still only a teenager. And, judging by his response, not the most astute citizen of Allimon.

 

[Patlin]

"Lad, when I said the package was for you I meant it was for your establishment. We're supposed to put it in the hands of a Barak Silverbeard. If some portion of it is for you, he'll have to give it to you himself."

 

[IcyCool]

OOC: Sorry about my absence, I went backpacking over the weekend. It is safe to assume that Gideon has just been quietly on autopilot.

Edit: It would help if I read the last page of the thread.

"Is Barak Silverbeard here?"

 

[Dungannon]

The lad looks slightly puzzled, "A delivery for Master Silverbeard? Can you tell me who it's from? You see, he's a little preoccupied and I'd get in trouble if I bothered him with something that wasn't really important." He gives a nervous look over his shoulder as he says the last.