(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn I

[Velmont]

Rinaldo stand up and start to look at the notice. Speaking to himself " Well, well, well. That could be an idea. Adventuring, it would allow me to give me a bit of money and I would be back in business fast enough..."

Take a look at Troi, than go back to the notice.

"Sir Troi, you wanted to travel, it seems you have a choice of destination just here, and their is some nice risky task for you it seems.

For my part, I think I'll go see what happen to that Vingarius Vinyard, anyone interested by that, it is just a simple go and get some information, but in case of brigands on the road or complication in that place, I would like to form a small group. Anyone willing to do it? Fair split of the rewards and loot, that's sure."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi looks at the newcomer, and watches wordlessly as he puts up the notices. He then rises from his seat and walks nonchalantly to where the notices were nailed into the wall.

"Well..." He says as he looks the notices over. "I'd honestly do the trolls... but I've heard stories... I'm not good enough for that yet... but the crypt thing... undead, heh... Felix is a priest..."

He rips the first notice off of the wall, then walks to the bar and seats himself next to Brindle.

"This one." Troi says, indicating the notice in his hand. "I'd like more information, if you have any."

 

[Uriel]

Brindle looks askance at Troi, smiling through his drink, his fingers tapping a drumming 'rat-a-tat' upon the bar. Finally, he says Oh, I don't know about that one,my friend. Truth be known, the Gent who paid me looked a bit, shall we say...Unhealthy, very pale and with a drawn and 'hungry' look to him...But, I post them when they pay me, yes I do, yes, indeed...'
Ironic, Brindle calling someone else Unhealthy.
'Look, it makes absolutely no difference to me,Lad. Money is money, but as a Favor to Joe, who does so care about you little Lambs, I will Advise you to avoid that particular Post, as I think it is, shall we say, not what it seems.Now this one...'
Spinning on his rump, Brindle whips around, and in one fluid motion, pulls and hurls a slim bladed knife from a sleeve and sends it through the air. The blade seems to weave and duck around several onlookers before embedding in the Third Notice, right in front of Rinaldo's nose, much to his dismay.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi watches as Brindle neatly impales the third notice with a dagger.

"Right." He says, nodding. "Okay, then... since you seem to know a bit more about what's goin' on, how 'bout the vinyard? Any idea how well it pays?"

 

[Velmont]

Spinning on his rump, Brindle whips around, and in one fluid motion, pulls and hurls a slim bladed knife from a sleeve and sends it through the air. The blade seems to weave and duck around several onlookers before embedding in the Third Notice, right in front of Rinaldo's nose, much to his dismay.

"Nice shot, but next time, please, I would prefer you don't do it when my head is no near of the trajectory, it could be bad for my health..."

Rinaldo looks at Troi.

"Are you changing mind, because if it is so, you don't seems willing to team up with me as, are you said, you are already seven, but you could always need someone who is at ease with bargaining and taking information from people, after all, it's seems to be that, finding some information."

 

[Uriel]

The Poster smiles at Troi's wisdom and says (signaling Tigle for another Cider) Well, Lad. This I know. The Gent who paid me to Post is a fairly reputable Merchant here in Town. Does a brisk trade in Wines and Spirits. Joe is one of his customers.' Brindle smiles as Tiggle arrives with the cider, the gnome nodding assent to Brindle's words regarding Fenton's Wines&Spirits.
Looking briefly at Rinaldo and bowing his balding head in apology,he continues 'I'll give you an option, since I'm a sporting sort. Would you like to Know what I Think or Think upon what I Know regarding this Job, eh my good Man?'
This Brindle sure seemed an odd sort, talking in Riddles and vague snippets. A nearby Halfling in the robes of a Wizard says to Troi (through his beer) 'The Bastard's always like that,friend. No offense,Brindle.'
Brindle smiles as he pats the halfling on the head 'And none taken, Mr. Jelkrior, the...what was it..Jelkrior the Timid, was it? The Halfling snorts in derision That's Jelkrior Wyvernseye, Mr. Brindle.' Brindle smiled whilst turning back to Troi, saying in an offhand manner 'Oh, I must have been confusing you with another Halfling Wizard that ran from three kobolds last week on a Job I posted. Won't be handing Work to THAT Coward again, I assure you...'
Brindle looks to Troi to see which option he prefers, a wicked gleam in his eye.

 

[WhatKu]

"Im not much for starting a group myself, but if any of you need a cleric of Grendath for a little bit of magic and a little bit of muscle, just ask. However, I am not going troll hunting yet."
Khaz turns back to his drink
"Best Ale Ive had in a long time Tiggle, thanks."

 

[Casar Couer De' Lion]

For the first time in the evening Tiggle seems concered about one of his clientel. He serves Brindle his drinks with none of his usual flare, and does not even bother to say a word. Until Brindle is sitting talking to Troi, this brings the gnome to a bit of an upraor as he hops up and down on the bar. "Brindle you best not be sending my best customers to their death beds again. You know me and Joe don't see eye to eye on you, and I feel its my duty to warn my friend there. Riddles is right lad this guy never speaks anything in a full truth, and is not to be fully trusted because of that. Hes honnest enough, you will be paid for your time and risk to your life, but what that risk is never is clearly written on his little bullitins." Tiggle sits back down on the bar and gives Brindle a cold stare.

OOC: hope you don't mind the annomosity Uriel, but I am going to use it to offer another adventure to those left behind from yours.

 

[GnomeWorks]

Troi nods to Rinaldo. "That possibility does exist. I'll let y'know what I think, sometime in the near future."

"Well, if it's an option to hear your opinion, or hear what you know about the job... hmm..." Troi ponders. "Well, you're probably at least somewhat knowledgeable in adventurin' and whatnot. But your opinion might be a little different from mine. Tell ya what, tell me what ya know 'bout it. I'd respect your opinion, but I'd prefer to make my own, y'know?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Thanks for the warning, there, Tiggle." Troi says, nodding to the gnome. "But I think that we can handle whatever's bein' thrown at us here, y'know? We might not be the best skilled bunch around, but we got some talent. What we lack in experience, we'll make up for with luck."