Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

[jasamcarl]

The halfling matron leads you to a secluded table towards the back of the inn.

"My Lady," the halfling says to the woman already seated at the table, "Your guests have arrived."

The human female in the dark blue cloak has delicate features, darke blue eyes, and sleek black hair bound with silver and turqoise ornaments. She wears a signet ring of House Cannith on her right ring finger and speaks a soft but clear voice. "Thank you for coming. We have important business to discuss that relates to the unforturnat death of Bonal Geldem. Please sit down."

 

[Macbeth]

Reg slides into a chair across from the Lady. "Really? And what would this buisness be? Is there... money involved?"

 

[Ashy]

Snow-in-Dusk slides into a chair and listens carefully...

 

[shouit]

(ooc-> Dance of Joy!!!! Welcome back.)

Litlow looks around, with a gazed mixed with both curosity and concern. He climbs into the both next to Snow. "We should do introductions before we talk business." Looking to Snow for support, "At least that is how I have learned to do business, but I do know the houses have different views on such things, than the small businesses." Straighting his clothes and placing his bag at the foot of the booth, "My name is Litlow. And this is my friend Snow, and you are?"

 

[Ashy]

"Snow-in-Dusk", the shifter corrects with a smile, extending her hand to the elegant lady.

 

[jasamcarl]

The Lady silently refuses Snow's extended hand and instead points curtly to several glasses and three ptichers sitting on the table before speaking.

"I am Elaydren d'Vown. My blood is that of House Cannith. I have been workign with Provost Geldem to recover a family heirloom," the Lady explains, "We were to meet earlier tonight but, as you know, he never made it. I learned from the Watch what had transpired, and so send one of my men to track you down."

She continues, "The heirloom, according to family legends, was locked away in a foundry that dates back to pre-Galifar Sharn. Poor Bonal believed he discovered the location of the foundry in an ancient House Cannith journal. I was going to fund and expedition to go to the site, but without Bonal.." Her voice trails off. Then she leans close. "Perhaps your little group would be willing to recover the heirloom for me. For a generous reward, of course." She smiles.

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: I wonder of Dralon is still around....

 

[Macbeth]

"Well, if introdustions are the first order of buisness, My name is Reg." and, in a lower voice "and I guess I'm not a 'friend'"

After the Lady has spoken, Reg thinks for a second. "Well, I can't speak for us all, but I would be willing to help you... for the right reward."

 

[Ashy]

The shifter keeps her hand extended for an awkward moment, but then slowly places her hand back in her lap. She shoots Litlow a pained and confused look. With a frown on her face, she looks back to the Lady and tries to concentrate on what is being said. Slowly, deep within her belly, she can feel the hot coils of her anger - her feralness - beginning to unwind and expand. They threaten to overtake her at any moment...

In an attempt to keep her fury in check, Snow-in-Dusk bows her head slightly, looking down at her hands in her lap for a moment and then rises from the table. She excuses herself and locates the privy (or steps outside if need be) and casts detect evil. She then, after a moment or two, returns to the conversation, looking at those gathered at the table.

 

[shouit]

At the mention of of House Cannith, Litlow face turns suddenly very serious. Litlow looks with on the interaction between Snow and Elaydren with slight disgust. Wrinkles his noses, and leans towards Snow, he whispers, "That is the way with these guild families, they believe that they are above everyone else. This is why our shop doesn't have a arrangement with them, they are rude. If I had known it was a guild family that wanted our help, I would never have come." On the last part, Litlow states it loud enough for the table to hear. He looks again at the woman with disdain, "Money is not enough of a reason for me to help you, I am sorry, you can find some other lackey for your family heirloom."