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

[Rystil Arden]

Sense Motive DC 10 on Zarindas (I'll trust anyone who wants to roll on this):
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The man seems a bit desperate for help, especially when he mentions his daughter. He seems willing to part with all his gold if necessary to get the aid he needs. He also seems legitimately interested in everyone's adventures and stories.
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[Bront]

Cade continues to watch and listen to the old man, hoping that perhaps he can help him with whatever problem he seems to have.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

The door opens and a gaudily dressed woman enters with a flourish. One gets the impression that she does just about everything with a flourish. She is quite tall and the red and blue paints forming a pattern on her chain shirt match the ribbons hanging from the hilts of twin shortswords crossing her back. She drops a bundle on a handy chair with an assortment of clanks, and says with an air of practice,

"Good day all, Double Trouble Sara, at my- IGGY!!!!!!"

Interupting herself with a squeal, she charges across the room to sweep the halfling wizard up in a rib bruising bear hug. "Hey, I got a job after I got back and couldn't wait for you, then I checked in when I got back from that but you weren't around, so I went out and got some new swords, hey, I fought an ogre!" She runs out of breath and sets Iggy down to inspect him. "So hey, you're looking good. What have you been up to?"

 

[Animus]

The stout dwarf with next to Fimble makes his way over to the old man's table. "Greets, old man. My name be Dagummit McCracken of Clan Blondain, and I be here to find some heads to bash. Listen to me tale. Arr!"

Hi dee hi dee hidee, hi dee hi dee ho.
Hi dee hi dee hidelee hi dee hi dee hi dee ho.
Hi dee hi dee hidee, hi dee hi dee ho.
Hi dee hi dee hidelee hi dee hi dee hi dee ho.

There was this goblin tribe, they tried to kill my clan.
We met them in the tunnels, and took them man-to-man.
I hacked and slashed and cleaved them, it must been twenty-two.
And then when I was done, I ate some mutton stew!

Oh...

"Now there be a fine tale of dwarven head bashing." And he sits down at the table.

 

[Vigwyn the Unruly]

Somac: Male Human Bbn 3

A large man in finely crafted studded leathers walks through the door. His look is quite rough, but his flowing blonde hair and green eyes draw attention away from any dirt and sweat clinging to his tired frame.

"Hello again!" he bellows.

"I am Somac of the North. I return from hunting goblins with my friends in the distant city of Monemvassia."

"I am looking for more adventure, if any need a stout-hearted man of the wild. I can ride and fight with a horse, climb and swim better than many, and can even help find food and shelter in a tight spot."

The barbarian stops and considers for a moment...

"However, before I find a fight, perhaps I had better find a new sword. Does any one here know where I can purchase a very good greatsword? I am willing to pay in kind."

"Ashnar, Rinaldo! I'm glad to see you made it back safely...unlike poor Irene."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Now there be a fine tale of dwarven head bashing." And he sits down at the table.

"Err...yes," Zarindas replies, slightly befuddled, "A fine tale indeed!"

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton squares up with Zarindas, takes off his hat (a rare occurence indeed), and looks him in the eye. "Zarindas, even among adventurers, it is not common for people to go anywhere and offer all of his wealth for any such task. Such an offer must come from a dire situation. I think we are good people here, willing to help you. Are you not yet ready to tell us your story?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

"I need to make sure I'm within a Circle of Protection from Evil radius--I can't say why--before I speak...if you can put one up here at the inn, I will gladly speak now, but if not, then fear not, as I have one set up back home...So I'd prefer to wait and then speak there. I am sorry Anton, but I can't speak just yet."

 

[Bront]

Cand urges Zandras on. "Aye, Anton's right. You're ammon friends and heroes here. You surely can tell us what's going on."

Zandras speaks..

"Well, then I undstand, but it sounds as if time is important to you as well. I hope you have found heroes you feel you can trust."

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton's eyes widen, and he jumps up, puts on his hat, and readies his bow in one swift motion. "This is the last place anyone would dare attack someone. Where is the fiend?! Out with you!" Anton's eyes are frantically searching now.