What Adventure Awaits?

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Who knows, but I fear our business is urgent..." Zantalus says moving forward and approaching the nearest monk.

"Excuse me my boy, my companions and I are seeking to delve into the recent strange animal behavior we wondered if you might aide us in the matter. Have any of your number been looking into it that might speak with us? I am Zantalus, and these are my colleagues from the Circus."

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: Ha! i was going to have Berm chide you for calling the halfling "boy" but I just remembered your character is full elf, and old enought to be a great grandpa!

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

OOC: Yup, he's actually meant to be an old elf so he can call pretty much anyone boy, lol. Plus he generally uses my boy, which I think has far less insulting connotations and says it in a warm way.

 

[Mark Chance]

"Excuse me my boy, my companions and I are seeking to delve into the recent strange animal behavior we wondered if you might aide us in the matter. Have any of your number been looking into it that might speak with us? I am Zantalus, and these are my colleagues from the Circus."

One of the robed halflings looks up at Zantalus. Dark crescents under his eyes speak plainly of his lack of sleep.

"Good day, Zantalus," he says, "if it is proper to speak of a day that follows such an evil night as a good day. I am Sašo Viljem from the monastery, as I'm sure you can tell by my robes, which certainly denote my vocation, don't they? Heh, heh. Ah, but forgive me, as I tend to ramble."

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Perception checks, please.
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Sašo pauses to chuckle a bit more before continuing. "From the circus, you say? How delightful, although, I surmise, not so much lately, as I'm sure you must have many animals as part of your shows." He scratches his chin. "Please forgive me again, as I've forgotten your question."

"They want to speak with someone about the animals," says another of the monks, a barrel-shaped dwarf with an ankle-length beard. "Go fetch Áron."

Sašo nods vigorously. He is still talking as he vanishes from sight within the temple.

 

[satinder]

Crusher inspects the man and the place around him.

 

[Scott DeWar]

Because of his vocational activities, Berm tends to try and be alert at all times.

 

[jkason]

Kaer Fegavas

OOC: Apologies. I picked up a nasty chest cold during my trip, which has made focusing a real challenge. Trying to catch up now.

Kaer lets the talkative elf take the lead, and keeps his eyes and ears open in the meantime. Sadly, he can't seem to get his head focused, as his attention wanders rather like the halfling's appears to.

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: and now you have given it to your barbarian!

 

[Mark Chance]

OOC: I got antsy, so I did Zantalus's Perception check. 1d20=4

As Sašo rambled on, Kaer and Zantalus found their attention wandering. Crusher and Berm, however, proved more focused.

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Both notice several of the other monks rolling their eyes as Sašo blathers.
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After the dwarf monk with the exceptionally long beard intervenes and sends Sašo off to find Áron, the remaining monks outside the temple chuckle. Comments about Sašo's ability to talk at great length about nothing are exchanged. The intervening dwarf lifts his beard, letting it drape over his left forearm, and he approaches the carnies.

"Sorry about Sašo," he says. "His heart's in the right place, but his mouth tends to wander all over the place. I'm Gebbert Kurt. Heard you mention animals. What can we poor monks do for you today?"

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

"Ah, no apologies needed I assure you. We were hoping you might share what knowledge you have gleaned about the animals abhorrent recent behavior Gebbert. As circus folks are animals are a big part of livelihood so I confess it is as much self interest as anything else to try to get this problem solved." Zantlaus says smiling wearily.