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"A fine tale Balinor." Jonathan says sincerely. He finishes eating his biscuits quietly. An aura of confidence still radiates off of him though he hasn't said a word in a while. It is almost as if just being around him brightens up the area with goodness.
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Still smiling, Maea raises a brow slightly at the word, "wench." "You don't find the ale to your liking? If you are willing to pay a bit more, we have better ales and fine wines, as well. Luiren's Best, elven Elverquisst, Undermountain Alurlyath - what sort of spirits would be to your liking?"
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Speaking to Maea "Why not lassy, bring me your best brew. Bring my companions whatever they would like to drink. Fruit juice perhaps. And food. I could eat one of yonder Torgal's, caravan horses." indicating with a motion of his chin, the gruff man drinking at the bar. To the group he says, " Adventure, Excitement, I crave these things. Let us discuss what you had in mind that could use the extra swords
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Tabatha Listens to Balinor’s tale, wow he is very interesting to say the least, Tabatha raised her eyebrow in interest. Tabatha thinks to herself. Tabatha listen to the others and wonders what now?, Tabatha looked up at the bar maid “ everything is fine thank you.”
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Looking to Maea he nods "I am fine, thank you." and he goes back to puffing on his pipe.
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Torgal stares back at Balinor blankly. "Don't even think about touching my horses, Balinor!" he says, turning back to his ale.
Brushing her dark hair back, Maea says, "Fruit Juice?" Turning towards the kitchen, she calls out, "Shareen, do we have any fruit juice?" After a bit of silence, you then hear a woman's voice responding from what sounds like the cellars, "No." Turning back to you all, Maea says, "Sorry, no fruit juice today - it isn't easy to keep fruit juice, you know, but we'll try to keep some for you next time - so what'll it be? Some Luiren's Best all around? Quite a good ale with a mature taste - one of my own personal favorites - 5 silver falcons for a tankard of it. As for food - well, we're more of a place of entertainment than food, but you can try some oysters and biscuits, too, if you like. We have more events here at night, but in a few minutes one of our dancers and a minstrel to accompany her will arrive for you all to enjoy." |
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"I, missy, asked for your finest brew. I was offering Fruit juice to my new friends. It appears they do not want to drink with me... And as any woodsman worth his salt knows, there is always a seasonal fruit or tuber that can be had and squeezed for juice. Ask yon druid. "winks and chuckles. "Granted, some can keep you alive, but are none too paleteable. whick is why my prefered drink is Lager and Ale. Forget the food and bring that fine ale." turns to the group."So, my abstinent fellows, whats your story? Listen to me will you. It seems a flagon of ale has loosened my tougue." Balinor grins
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Providence suddenly abandons her pensive absorbtion in her new friends at the mention of an entertainer. She looks up at Maea with shining eyes of pure curiosity. "Could you tell me the name of this minstrel, ma'am?" I wonder if I know this one, she thinks. Travelling so much all my life, I've known so many minstrels, bards, musicians, and...well, most of them are wastrels, but they seem to carry excitement and good times with them wherever they go. I wonder what kind of attitude these others have towards the Muses' servants?
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Maea puts a slender finger to her chin, considering. "Our finest ale, eh? Hmmm..." Turning to towards the cellar again, she calls out, "Shareen! One Dragon's Breath, please!" Turning to Balinor again, she smiles. "I hope you enjoy it! That'll be 10 falcons, please. As for fruit juice - well, I'll think about adding it to the menu, but for now, we still have fresh water."
To Providence, Maea gestures to the door, where a minstrel carrying a lute and dressed in bright green, blue, and purple enters the tavern. "Well, here is our minstrel already! You're a bit early today, Rindell." The bard takes off his blue cap, revealing curly golden hair, and bows deeply to Providence. "Well, well, well, what do we have here, a lovely elven lass I have never seen before! Or have I? It's been years since I have been to Evereska and other elven lands... They do have the finest Feywine, you know. Oh, my name is Rindell Winfaine." |
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Jonathan nods to the minstrel. He finishes the rest of his biscuits and then sips at his water. "Well, we would like to hear your tune Rindell. First let me ask a question I am sure a a well traveled minstrel like you would know. What lore could you tell us about the Haunted Halls? We are to travel there on the morrow and would like to know a bit more." He smiles winningly as he asks.
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"Bards, I can't understand them," Ceclit says glaring at Rindell, "but if this is the lead we have I'll take it."
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Zook tilts his head looking at Balinor as it seemed that the human would feed him fruit juice while he had ale. A slight hrmph and he reaches over and takes a drink from his own tankard and then goes back to his pipe. Hearing mention of an entertainer coming this evening Zook nods in approval though staying silent, not wanting to start up anything with his new traveling companions. Although when Jonathan asks the Bard about the Haunted Halls he does smile and say "Ah good idea, he might know something." and then he goes back to puffing on his pipe as listens to what the Bard has to say.
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"It's a pleasure to meet you, Rindell." Providence replies, looking sincere. "I don't believe we've met before...I've been Waterdeep for a little while myself. You are correct about the Feywine, though. From what land are you?"
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Rindell's attention completely on Providence, he seems to not hear Jonathan's question. "Wow, you are a Waterdhavian? What were you doing there? Why, it's been months - nay, years, since I've stayed in the City of Splendors! Well, actually, I suppose I was lucky to leave a few months before that awful plague happened in 1367 - then they had that terrible polymorphing fiasco - but I suppose you managed fine, eh... um... Oh, I am sorry, but may I have the pleasure of your name?"
Rindell seems a bit unfocused, but good-natured and harmless. You note that his arms and legs are extremely skinny, however - he must be about as strong as a 10-year-old child... |
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