by badams30 » Thu Dec 13, 2012 1:31 pm
Talking Troll
You observe the chaos in the Troll, and while there are many intersting people about, none that seem extraordinary. And Nahin - no obvious spellcasters in sight (but many patrons who appear to have had ugly and funky spells cast upon them... and failed their saves)
Buck quietly nurses his ale, not saying much, but observing the surroundings. Rory, it doesn't take much effort to strike up a conversation with one of the servers. Your server seems taken aback (pleasantly, though) that you are talking with her, and not groping her or shouting drunken oaths about what you like to do with her in her direction, as many of the patrons seem to do. She smiles and says "I'm Fern. Nice ta meet ya. What are you up to, honey? You don't strike me as the caravan type." Fern is human, probably in her early 40s, with long brown hair and looks pretty good for her age, although its clear she's been around the block. She is busy, but keeps dropping by to chat, so it appears she's interested in you in some fashion...
Han, you walk the crowd, and a few of the drunks pat you heartily on the back and offer to buy you drinks "for luck." It seems that with your rugged exterior AND being a priest of one of the more favored deities of travellers has made you popular in here. You are invited to join no fewer than 2-3 drinking contests, and it is clear that you wont have to pay for a thing in here. Buck chuckles as he watches Han work the crowd. Han - you can basically chat with who you'd like. You don't see anyone who appears to be avoiding you.
Triboar Arms
Marcus holds back somewhat, and sees the odd looking stranger in brown pulling up a chair and sitting down. Grinkle sees Marcus, but seems to gather his intentions, and focuses on the visitor. Dak is busy munching ravenously (and rather noisily) on a large basket of bread that was brought to the table... Jayce, the man nods at you and says in his gravelly tone "Thanks for your hospitality. I noticed you all, and you look like adventurers, odd at this time of year. Just wanted to say hello and chat. My name is Rahtol. Just an old local, used to be a guide in these parts, till my accident. Say, where you fellas off to? Don't cha know it's winter time up here?" And he chuckles, more of a croaking sound.
As he waits for a reply, your kind hostess brings you some ales and some sweetmeats to sample.
Feel free to work the crowds or interact as you wish. Buck didn't have a goal for coming here other than to see if any info might be had.