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

[RillianPA]

"Ogrin, tell him about that horrible fiendish centipede swarm, and how you bravely distracted it so that Razh could escape the dungeon!"

Quitely to Scun "Wow it sure looked like that hurt."

 

[Knight Otu]

Seeing a familiar face, Ashnar walks up to Scun to greet him.

"Master Scun, I am glad to meet you again. I suspect I missed an opportunity for employment when I went on the walk back then?"

 

[Jdvn1]

"Very good then...Anton was it? Now why don't you tell me tales of your adventures! That'll surely bring some interest to our little table, eh?"

"Well, I enjoy adventures, but if I am able to avoid it then a fight is not necessary. The last time, though, we were on our way to Tharol for an heirloom when were were attacked by bandits. I saw them from a distance and readied my bow, but they were tricky. With an illusion art, they made it appear to be a boy in the road where it was too late for the caravan to stop. Of course, our driver pulled us to a hard stop and some bandits in the trees attacked us. I used my bow to dispatch them amidst a number of casters with all sorts of tricks -- an arrow into the body is not a trick, though. They picked the wrong caravan to attack that day."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Well, sounds like you are very resourceful. That is a useful skill to have on an adventure, I would imagine," the old man says jovially.

 

[Velmont]

The door opens and a man enters, carrying a big bags. He walks up to the bar and puts it down. He opens it and puts many small bags. It is written on it: cloves, cinammon, salt, pepper...

"Here Joe, I have the whole supplies of spices you asked me. That should be good for you for... at least a month or two I would says."

He close his bag and scan hastly the room.

"Ashnar. How are you? The travel back here was good? Oh, I was forgetting my manners. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am Rinaldo di Senzio, spice merchant. I trades mainly spices, but soon, I'll open a magic shop near here. I must confess that I have a sideline as an adventurer too. Starting a magic shop need some nice money. Please to meet you all. Joe, two glasses of wine please."

He takes the two glasses and walk up to Ashnar.

"Here friend. Have you had time to get some news we could have miss since our departure to Monemvassia?" Rinaldo takes a sip before putting down his glass. He starts to rub his shoulder. "Even after it has healed, I still feel the pain from that bolt one of those fishmen sent through my shoulder. I hope it won't stay like that. I just come back from home. My kids are going well, but my wife starts to be suspicious. She has such a keen sense that she looks like to know everytime I want to hide her something. Luckily, she didn't ask anything, but I don't know how much time I will be able to keep the secret of my adventures to her."

 

[Manzanita]

Enter Ignatious. 3rd level halfilng divinor

Another joins the flood of new entrances. A small boyish looking halfling with a scattering of freckles across his nose quietly enters the Inn. His greyish cloak is plain but high quality. Climbing up to the short dias, he adresses the scattered group.

"Greetings. Ignatious O'Reilly, adventuring divinor." He bows deeply, flashing the sparkling underside of his cloak. "At your service."

He straightens and steps slowly closer to the bar, looking for a familiar face.

 

[shadowbloodmoon]

Tandi, deciding that the flow of newcomers (or regulars, she hasn't decided yet) would cause her to stand and introduce herself an innumerous amount of times, instead simply nods at all of them, as she would when she was home.

The old man that came in intrigued her interest however. The Elven Firewine was new to her. As she drank it, she felt a warmth following every drop as it entered her system and went throughout her blood. A pleasant wave of tranquility caused her skin hairs to raise slightly.

Returning to reality, she realized she had walked over to join Zarindas and another new group of adventurers looking for work. Twenty thousand gold pieces would be nothing to her in another life, but here, on her own...

When the rest of the group finish their daring tales, Tandi speaks up. "Honored Zarindas, my name is Tandi d'Lune. I am a disciple of the Swift Thought art as taught by the Temple of Russna. Though my tales probably pale in comparison to those you have heard, they consist of stories of intrigue, deception and secrets. I would very much like to add to my tales, so that they do not all contain such dark intonations." She brushes a wisp of dark hair from her face. "I would be interested to hear your offer, Zarindas."

 

[Knight Otu]

"I am glad to see that your wife did not kill you, as you feared, Rinaldo, " Ashnar says, referring to the merchant's fears at the beach. "Back when I learned at the temple, the ...priests used to say that divine magic would heal wounds without leaving scars. I guess they weren't entirely right, as with many things divine. But it still heals very good, so your shoulder should get better soon. Until then, try not to get persuaded to join adventures." He smiles warmly, remembering he had some responsibility in getting Rinaldo to Monemvassia. "I guess, whether you like it or not, you are a hero now. By the way, maybe I should introduce you to someone."
Ashnar leaves for a short moment, and as he returns, he is carrying a hawk on his arm.
"Fareye. I wanted to summon a familiar back in Monemvassia, but didn't get to it. Here in Orussus, he answered my call."
Watching the wave of returning and newly arriving adventurers, he tries to remember the drink from the south-west he heard about... Ah, yes, Sirocco Fireale. He orders a mug of it, and then seems to notice the commotion around Zarindas' table for the first time.
"There seems to be a lively table, " he points. "Should we move over there?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

When the rest of the group finish their daring tales, Tandi speaks up. "Honored Zarindas, my name is Tandi d'Lune. I am a disciple of the Swift Thought art as taught by the Temple of Russna. Though my tales probably pale in comparison to those you have heard, they consist of stories of intrigue, deception and secrets. I would very much like to add to my tales, so that they do not all contain such dark intonations." She brushes a wisp of dark hair from her face. "I would be interested to hear your offer, Zarindas."

"Well Lass, there is no need for intirgue and deception here among friends. 'Fact, you sort of remind me of my daughter, Alyx. Hopefully the stories spun for those who continue my tale will be happy ones--I truly hope that they meet with success and prosperity, which is why I am willing to put all my funds on the line to do my best to help you, if it can."

 

[Bront]

"Well, with all this talk of adventure, and now funds, you certaintly have my intrest Zarandas." Cade says enthusiasticly. Hoping to pick up clues as to what the old man wants and knows.