The Fall of Plaguestone

Hiromi was tired, she had a small bite to eat and was considering going to bed, but she couldn't stop watching the scarred man. She'd once worked with a trio of goblin jugglers, and she'd always been fond of goblins after that. She felt that they had something of a bad rap, and were often treated abysmally by everyone else. She didn't like to see goblins treated badly. It reminded her of how she had been treated as a child. She caught Jewel's eye and tried to determine if the goblin had noticed her kin being abused. A lot of goblins were so used to abuse, that they didn't even notice it.
 

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Galahad followed the others in after a small wince at finding that he'd missed tending to one of the horses. He'd been so focussed on the humanoid casualties that he'd had little time to look after any of the animals. Still. He was tired. And they seemed to be in good hands now.

He frowned at the man's treatment of the goblin and sighed. He was no good at convincing anyone of anything. And any interference on his part was likely to cause more issues for the goblin than help him at this point.

Resigned to merely watch, for now, he walked to the bar.

"I'd like a basic meal and pint please."
 


Etran’s Folly (Plaguestone)
Late Afternoon
Round 0

The woman behind the bar looked over and down and smiled at Silvi. “We’ve got turnip ale,” she told the gnome. “I’m Delma, the owner. You with Bort’s caravan?” Delma looked up at Galahad. “Pick a table and food will be ready in about half an hour or so. I’ll get your pint poured.”

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Trevor got a table, and the other woman came over when he gestured for a server and ordered fine ale and good food. “Well, sir,” the woman said, “we got one meal and one drink. Roasted wild game, turnip stew, a slice of seedcake, and a sweet turnip porridge for dessert. It will be ready soon. And we got turnip ale to drink.”

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Initiative
Trevor
Jewel
Silvi
Lavinia
Galahad
Varen
Hiromi

Silvi AC 13 HP 19/19
Trevor AC 18 HP 20/20
Galahad AC 18 HP 15/15
Hiromi AC 17 HP 17/17 Fatigue 1
Varen AC 18 HP 20/20
Lavina AC 19 HP 19/19 Fatigue 1
Jewel AC 16 HP 19/19

Party XP: 80
 



Galahad shrugged and sat down across from Trevor.

"Well, that was quite the experience..." He said as he drew a vial full of the caustic fluid excreted from the wolf's maw and held it up to the light to study it.
 

"Well, that certainly sounds different." Silvi says though she is a bit wary of the amount of turnip on the menu. Still, necessity was the mother of invention. She glances over at Trevor and asks, "Perhaps I could trouble you for a bit of that wild roast and seed cake as well? Thank you!" With that the little gnome wanders over to whatever tables the caravan passengers and crew seem to be congregating around.
 

Lavina tucks into the food with the proportionate strength, speed and agility of a halfling who skipped lunch. People blink and half a chicken is missing.

She never seems rushed, enjoying every bite; she merely eats with the speed that a skill artisan accomplishes a task they both love and have put a great deal of effort into mastering.
 

"Some game and ale should be just what I need to calm my wayward spirit. Once I am full with ale and meat I think we all could do with a song. I would be happy to offer one as thanks for your hospitality. May the light of Sarenrae be upon you."

Varen turns to the others. "We do not get many moments like this life. We should take the time to enjoy ourselves. I just wanted to thank you all for having my back when it counted. Now about the ale..."
 

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