They're Bringing Evil Back. ( 3.5 DnD )

[DCrane1]

Nairb turns towards Erik and grunts, snapping "Sorry. Didn't mean to offend you." while continuing to leer at Vespa, now out of stubborness more than anything else.

After Gungigoot's response Nairb smiles a little, then quickly remembers to keep his face clenched in a scowl. "I'm looking for whoever sent me this damn thing." he says throwing the letter down in front of Gungigoot. "If it was your father, then I'm looking for him. And thanks for the rooms." Making sure Yun is paying attention Nairb asks loudly "She always work here, or does she moonlight as something more fun?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

Yun frowns and stares at Nairb, annoyed. "Please... sir, if you continue to act disrespectfully towards this woman I will have to challenge you, and I do not currently have time to waste fighting you. I must figure out the meaning of this letter and find a worthy opponent." Yun holds out a letter similar to Nairb's and only then sees his. He falls silent, starring at it in disbelief.

 

[DCrane1]

Taken aback by Yun's offer to duel Nairb turns towards him and says "I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean any disrespect to you or your faith. May I ask what someone of your martial prowess is doing here?" Turning next to Vespa Nairb meets her eyes and says slowly "My apologies ma'am, I wasn't trying to insult you, or your friend."

 

[Borson]

Serin assumes the apologies between the two men have calmed the situation and walks on up to the group. He drops his pack down in front of him and snaps up the scrolled letter from within and proceeds to let his pack drop to the floor. He holds the scroll out in front of him for all to see and says nothing, but eyes everyone with his dark black eyes, whites barely visible, and hair still flowing from the prior movements. Scroll in the left hand, and right hand at the ready, waiting to grab at his rapier if needed, he turns back and forth enough for all to see the fine handle and the scabbard from which it would be drawn if necessary.

 

[Zoycitenega]

Jayla looks confused at the scroll being proffered to them, and eyes Serin suspiciously. Perhaps some introductions are in order, she states quietly.

 

[TwistedMindInc]

Vesta, quite used to leers and cat calls, ignores Nairb's first impression and opens to her mouth to interject betwixt the two men .. but then the situation deflates itself. Fair enough. "That is stew.." Her response to Vendan's question and she clears her throat in order to get Maridosen's attention. "Bring four more bowls out.. and pleasantly this time.." The tension between the two can be cut with a knife, and though Vesta is smiling it's pretty plain she'd rather have the usual barkeep's head right about now. "You didn't recieve a letter?" Her head cocks as she address Vendan and then shrugs. "No matter. I'm sure you're the wizard my father spoke of. Son of Volom?" While she waits on the magic users'answer, she scans each of the letters that have all been stamped with a B&R at the top. "Wonderful. Let's talk somewhere more private.." This being the response to Jayla's statement. Maridosen is just slipping into the back when Vesta orders her to bring the bowls into her private chambers. "Come.." She slides out from behind the counter and motions for the six to follow along. The spanse of the room is crossed as she makes way for yet another curtain, pulling it back she reveals a set of stairs that leads upwards. "Hopefully I can shed more light on the situation."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Yun nods politely to Nairb once he has apologized to Vesta. "Very well, I have no more quarrel with you. And as to your question-" He turns to look at the other newcomer, bearing a letter similar to his. "Er, was sent a this letter, asking me to come here with some urgency. I am hoping to find a challenge..." He follows Vesta to the stairway and peers upward. "So, we are to go to your chambers to speak? Er... um, about my horses and wagon?"

 

[Borson]

Serin looks at Yun and gives him a nod, as if to agree with him and say hello at the same time. Seeing that Vesta has a more private place reserved for discussion pleases him, so he grabs his pack off the floor and follows her, admiring the view along the way, surely making Nairb aware that he is not the only one with eyes that notice the nearby scenery.

 

[silentspace]

"That is stew.." Her response to Vendan's question and she clears her throat in order to get Maridosen's attention. "Bring four more bowls out.. and pleasantly this time.." The tension between the two can be cut with a knife, and though Vesta is smiling it's pretty plain she'd rather have the usual barkeep's head right about now. "You didn't recieve a letter?" Her head cocks as she address Vendan and then shrugs. "No matter. I'm sure you're the wizard my father spoke of. Son of Volom?"

"Ah... er... yes! You... ah, well I'm here now, anyway." Vendan scratches his head and regards Vesta closely for the first time.

She knows my father! He must have stopped here before delving into the temple. Maybe he stopped here more than once, to rest, as he and his companions battled their way into the dungeons. I wonder who else remembers him?

Vendan peers at the others, wondering who they are. Then grabbing his bowl and some bread, he smiles at Vesta and follows her.

 

[TwistedMindInc]

"Was the letter sent in urgency?" Vesta watches as the rest of the group falls in line, then peers around to ensure no one else is listening. "I don't know much, but this I can tell you.. this town needs a good group of brave adventurers to save it." She turns to climb the stairs behind the last person as she answers Yun. "Your wagon and horses can be stabled for free. Why I wish to meet in private is much more important than that.." The seven people ascend the stairs and spill out into a rather large quarters. A large four post bed, complete with a white netted curtain surrounding it, stands against the far wall. At the foot of the piece of furniture sits a trunk with a weathered cloak tossed haphazardly atop it. In the closest corner a round table flanked by two chairs, and upon one of these chairs an old man sits. He's grizzled and war worn, his stark white hair is buzzed tightly to his scalp. He looks up from his book as you enter, a smile quickly spreading out on his lips. "Vesta, these are our guests we've been awaiting?" His daughter nods and he claps his hand excitedly. "Welcome, welcome!" His blue eyes scan each individual. "Lessee.. you're easy, young lady." He points to the only woman in the group. "Jayla. Brin's niece." His eyes turn to Erik. "And you, the holy man, you must be Eric's father, yes? Your son was one of the bravest men I have ever served with. I truly miss him, you must be proud." Then his attention drifted to Vendan. "Volom's son, Vendan. He spoke of you. He always wished you would become a wizard." Yun was the next he looked to. "All most a spittin' image of your father. Welcome Yun!" A large hand rubbed over his goatee as she looked Nairb and Serin over. These two he was having a problem placing. "I'm sorry sons, I'm not sure on whom you two are. I know that Richard was one of your fathers, but.. which one.. I don't know. Care to help an old man out?" While her father makes impromptu introductions for everyone, Vesta receives the bowls of stew from Maridosen that has been lingering atop the stairs for some time. "You may go.." She urged the bar wench. Mari narrowed her eyes and then backed down the stairs. The bowls are handed out to those that didn't receive the gruel yet.