The Retrievers - Chapter 2

[Wilphe]

Pemberton Dram - Artist 2

"Brenden, if you are going to pretend to be something you aren't you might want to chose something that people aren't likely to hate and despise. Probably something other than a Red Wizard; and preferably not a Zhent either."

"Perhaps somebody popular and well loved - like a Harper, or myself."

He will order a goats milk with brandy in it; because he just doesn't care, and size up the surrondings - because it looks like the place is chock full of people who wrestle eight owlbears before breakfast, for fun and despise irrelvent artsy types like him. Mind you it also looks like they despise tree-hugging druid types like Gripir as well; so this looks like Mindal's territory.
He'll take a closer look at the tapestry as well and assess it's quality and craftmanship; he'll also take closer look at the serving wench - but in a strictly aesthetic and not any proffessional sense. He will meet the bill, and probably tip generously as well if she doesn't cold shoulder him.

"We ask Mr Quickleaf very nicely; if he can't help us we tap anybody else. Local temple, hedge wizard or wise woman might be a good bet as well."

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Gripir, speaking very slowly, manages to be coherent concerning the fate of his companion. "But where would you suggest I leave him, lass? If he's with me, I can at least keep an eye on him." He sighs as he ends his sentence. It's a lot of work, enunciation is.

 

[Scotley]

Mindal Human Scout

Mindal instantly loves this place. Being an avid hunter he feels right at home. He looks over some of the heads and the tapestry appreciatively as he makes his way to the table. Sizing up the patrons, he tries to spot a likely fellow hunter about his own age in hopes of making a contact. As he is trying out the ale he nearly drops it in his lap at Gripir's sudden gift for elocution. He must really love that beast. "Should we split up a bit and try and talk to several patrons or stake our interests with the half-elf?" He sips the ale appreciatively, "also if we are going to split up we need to get our story straight."

 

[Harvey]

Durnn, Earth Genasi Fighter 1

Unlike Mindal, Durnn looks the serving wench up and down in a definitely non-professional way. As she's talking with Gripir, Durnn takes his chair and turns it around, sitting on it backwards out of habit.

Durnn takes the time to look around the tavern, trying to gauge the various denizens of the ravern, trying to see if anyone is an immediate threat. If he's satisfied, he turns to the rest of the party, and as he takes sips of his ale, he goes over all of them in his mind.

We must be the most unusual assemblage of adventurers yet thinks Durnn. We have a dwarven druid who loved to drink almost as much as he loved that badger; we have an artist of "great renown" who comes with his own manservant, yet who's known to get those pretty hands dirty every once in a while; we have a quiet human scout with an appeciation for ale like myself; a human wizard who *shutter* likes to pass himself off as a Red Wizard; and a cleric of Grumbar who must be a pretty tolerant priest to hold someone like myself as company. Durnn smiles. An interesting party to say the least.

*sigh* "It's times like these that get under my skin..." Durnn says. "Give me a fight anytime, but when it comes to the thinkin' part of the quest, I feel as dumb as that stuffed stag up there." Durnn gestures to the mounted stag's head on the wall.

"Should we split up a bit and try and talk to several patrons or stake our interests with the half-elf? Also if we are going to split up we need to get our story straight."

"I prefer the direct route. Go up to the elf and state the facts."
Durnn says, continuing to drink his ale.

 

[Scotley]

Mindal Human Scout

*sigh* "It's times like these that get under my skin..." Durnn says. "Give me a fight anytime, but when it comes to the thinkin' part of the quest, I feel as dumb as that stuffed stag up there." Durnn gestures to the mounted stag's head on the wall.

Mindal smiles at Durnn and raises his glass, "You just need a few more of these to get your creative juices flowing my friend. I do agree, we might benefit from a direct approach. Just about any other reason to be wandering about in this weather with lycanthropes breathing down our necks is going to make us look like fools."

 

[Harvey]

Durnn, Earth Genasi Fighter 1

"You just need a few more of these to get your creative juices flowing my friend." As Mindal raises his mug, Durnn does the same, with a smile on his face.

"Now that you bring it up again, Mindal, what about these lycanthropes? Knowing our luck," Durnn says, reminiscing about the party's luck on the last mission for Retsilah, "if they're present in town, we'll be staring them face-to-face. If that's the case, then maybe some of us who are, let's say... less "tactful" should go to the local smith and stock up on some silvered weapons. I know I'd rest a bit easier with a silvered sword in my hands." He peers out a window, noting that the sun is going down. "What are the chances a shop is still open?"

 

[Scotley]

Mindal Human Scout

"You haven't even finished your first mug and yet already you are having thoughts. I think tou are right, silvered weapons are in order. I should think they'd be easy to find here, indeed I wounldn't have been surprised if the issued us some as we entered."

 

[Wilphe]

"They'd be far better placed issuing them to people when they leave; if we needed them inside then there wouldn't be any point havinh the good sergeant and his men on the gates. I might pick up some arrows, I don't need my blades weakening."

"Suggestions? We could say that we've been sent by an eccentric widow in Waterdeep to paint her likeness on some ruins; any ruins that we can find; or we could simply tell the truth - missing out the whole really large gem angle - which would be a lot easier."

 

[Harvey]

Durnn, Earth Genasi Fighter 1

"Or we could simply tell the truth - missing out the whole really large gem angle - which would be a lot easier."

"Good point. We shouldn't mention the..." Durnn looks around to see if someone is eavesdropping... "you-know-what if we can help it. What we need is a plausible reason for a bunch of hired hands like us to visit ruins that don't involve treasure."

 

[Scotley]

"Perhaps our mission could be to copy old religious imagery and text from the walls of ruined monestaries?"