Resurrection City III: The Breconshire Horrors

Langan stands at the platform and casts his eyes over the village. "Ahh, the land of my ancestors," he says. "Perhaps we'd better start here," he says as he starts off down one of the streets towards a pub. The men walk into the pub, inhabited by a number of folk draining their mugs of ale greedily. A thin mutton-chopped fellow, who introduces himself as Hugh Jenkins, the manager of this establishment, greets the party.

"Good day to you, my good man," says Langan. "My name is Edward Langan, and these men are my companions. Could you perchance direct me to the Kelly estate?"

"Aye," says Jenkins. "Up the road there just a ways. Related to the Kellys, are ye?"

"Yes. My uncle, John Kelly, who I believe spent a good deal of time here, died in London a few days ago." Jenkins expresses his condolences, and then asks, "So, you're Mary's son, then, I take it?"

"No. Doubtless you know what became of my aunt. No, I am the child of the elder sister, Bridget."

Jenkins nods. In the corner sits an old man, nursing his watery ale, watching the party intently.

Make some Sense Motive checks. Two checks, but both DC 13.
 

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Diggory looks around the pub. Some things never change, I guess.

[Sense Motive check, roll of 15 on d20, +2 unskilled, 17, success]
[Sense Motive check, roll of 9 on d20, +2 unskilled, 11, failure]
 

Trevor sets a few coins on the bar and says "I'll have a porter if you've got it. Gentlemen?" he says inquiringly to the others. Once orders have been placed he says to Jenkins, "and one for your self good man. It's a warm one today."

[OOC: Sense motive checks:

(15)+0=15
(17)+0=17

I actually got lucky! I can't believe I forgot to buy Sense Motive skills for this character! :) ]
 

Check #1 (Kajamba, Jim):
You sense that Mr. Jenkins knows a little bit more about the Kellys than he is letting on, but seems rather reluctant to speak.
Check #2 (Jim only):
The old man in the back is paying an awful lot of attention to your conversation...
 

"Thank you, Walsingham, I'll have the same as ye're having. If'n we're planning on having another round, it's on me." Jamison smiles warmly. He looks carefully at Jenkins for a moment before smiling again. "Mr. Jenkins. How long have ye been here in Partrishow?"
 

"Hmm? I'll have a brandy, if they have it, thank you Walsingham." Richard smiles, then looks back to the landscape.

"Quite picturesque. And it's not raining. I have been lead to belive Wales has a tendency to be very wet. Is this true?" He looks thoughtfully to the sky for any signs of an impending downpour.


(OoC: Assuming it's not too late:
Sense Motive check #1: 5 (roll) + 0 (Wis) = 5.
Sense Motive check #2: 20 (roll) + 0 (Wis) = 20.)
 

"Thank ye, Baron," Jenkins says, pouring himself a drink. "Been here in Partrishow all m' life, sir," he says in answer to Diggory's question. The bartender grins at Dr. Hewitt's remark. "Just wait a few hours, just wait a few hours. I'm sure it'll start rainin' again soon."

"Nothing like talking to some locals to get to know a town," Langan says, sliding down to the other end of the bar and entering into a conversation with a few other locals.

Jenkins glances towards Langan briefly and then resumes idle conversation with the newcomers.
 

Diggory watches Langan slide down to the other end of the bar. When he's sure that Langan's not paying attention, he turns back to Jenkins. "All yer life, eh? So I'm going to be guessing that ye might know a little bit more about the Kellys than ye've let on to our friend here." Jamison takes a pull on his porter.
 

"Only a bit, but enough to tell you there weren't no other sister, despite what he just said. Mary was the only one. And John never married, so... well we can't question your friend's parentage. Other than that, the Kellys were the types that kept to themselves, mostly. Alan over there," he thumbs towards the old man in the corner, "could be tellin' ya more, he used to work for the Kellys."
 

Trevor glances at Alan to note what he's drinking and orders one from Mr. Jenkins. Then he exchanges a glance with Diggory and Hewitt, inviting them along with his eyes, and wanders over to Alan's table. "Getting a bit crowded up at the bar," he says. "Mind if we join you?"
 

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