Apolyton DnD - MidNight Hunt - Jon Miller

[Jon Miller]

Tarna looks at Bandar with a ill-concealed look of disgust. "No, I have never heard of you before. Should I have?"

Incana meanwhile addresses Ostler in a quiet voice "While Rags seems like he will serve well for our business, he is no warrior and it might be best to have one along"

[Felch]

Well then lets bring that short fellow along.

[Hot Mustard]

"I will try the fish, please.", Rags says to the server, after taking another swig of ale.

Originally posted by Jon Miller
Tarna looks at Bandar with a ill-concealed look of disgust. "No, I have never heard of you before. Should I have?"

"Come now, Miss Tarna, you mustn't jibe Bandar like that.", Rags says with a wink and smile. He rises from his chair and walks over to Bandar.

"Everyone has heard of Bandar the Bold!, of Bandar the Brave!, of Bandar the Bane of Beasts!, of Bandar the..." Rags stops suddenly, and looks back towards Bandar. "But wait, that Bandar was a Gold Dwarf, and must be well past his first century by now!"

"Why, what we have here is a Shield Dwarf, doubtfully much older than myself. This here might be Bandar the Besotted for all we know."

Rags passes behind Bandar, making a display of looking down and then up towards the large weapon there, "Nice aXE, Bandar.", then returns to his seat.

* Rags hopes to himself that the humour goes right over Bandar's head, as intended, and tells himselft that he should take it easy on the ale, as he took a decent swig from his 50/50 flask before even entering the establishment.

[Jon Miller]

The maid arrives about at the time Bandar carresses his waraxe (which is right after Rags actions). "Oh I am sorry, here is your ales and food (putting down fish and soup in front of the party members", she than darts away.

Incana is the first to finish eating (she just had soup), and she glances arround the table. "As Ostler knows, I am in a bit of trouble which I need some help with. I, ah, borrowed a broach of my father's to go to a delightful party. Unfortunately, at the party, while I was distracted it disappeared. Now I need it found as quick as possible without anyone knowing that I am the cause of it getting lost. Ostler has already agreed to get it back for me and now I am wondering if you would assist him. I have no clue how hard it will be to find it. I am afraid I can't pay you much, but maybe we can work out something that will please all of us." She than looks arround the table expentantly.

[Harry Seldon]

Bandar downs his ale in one giant gulp. Belching loudly, he slams the mug onto the table and wipes the back of his hand across his mouth. Doing so leaves a dark trail of dirt across the lower half of his face.

"Does not suprise me ya hadn't heard o' Bandar, what with none of ya bein' dwarves. You'll learn o' my talents soon enough." Bandar turns to Rags. "Tis a wunderful axe. I split many a skull with it."

Bandar beams and pats the blade possessively and looks around for the serving maid with a lecherous glint in his eye.

Upon hearing Incana's request, Bandar looks disinterestedly at the rest of the table. It is clear he would rather not deal with the mundane task this stranger has offered but will support his friends in whatever endeavor they choose.

[Hot Mustard]

"How distressing, Incana, of course I'll help you look for the broach. Naturally, I have many questions.

What does it look like?
What kind of party was it?
Who attended the party, or at least what type of people?
What was the broach affixed to - was it secure?
Is the clothing item damaged at all - torn?
Did anyone comment on the broach that evening?
When did you realize it was missing? And where were you when you did?"

* Rags realizes he's asking too many questions without waiting for answers, and asks just one more.

"And most importantly, besides losing the broach, did you have a good time at the party?"

[The Mad Monk]

"Perhaps the she should simply start at the beginning..."

You turn to see a slender, cloaked young woman approach from one of the darker corners of the tavern, gliding past tables and people, with a look of polite interest on her deeply tanned face.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear...I understand you've lost something. I've been told I'm very good at...finding things"

She stops few feet away, her ebony eyes resting for a moment on each member of the party -- lingering on rags perhaps a few moments longer than the others.

"May I sit down?"

[Zylka]

DID WHAR SHARING A GOBLET OF VIRTUAL ALE AT YE OLD SALTY DOG?!?!

[Jon Miller]

She lights up, "so you will get it back fo rme? thanks, yes I will try and answer your questions."

She describes the Broach in great detail describing it as a leaf made out of emeralds.
"It was party, you know, drinking and debauchery." She gives a smile. That party was in North Ward at the house of Panath, who is not a great freind of mine, but an aquitance. I would say that the party had mostly bards and the like at it, it was a graduation party actually." She pauses a bit to catch her breath. "The Broach was not on anything when I lost it, I had removed it some time before. Of course many people commented on the broach, it is a good deal nicer than anything I have worn before. When I was going to put it back on, I realised that it was missing. Of course I had a great time", she says with a wink.

[Jon Miller]

"May I sit down?"

"Of course, the more the merryier."

[Hot Mustard]

"The price of a seat is only your name, dear Miss.", says Rags to the newcomer.

"Interesting. Hmm.
Why had you removed the broach, and where did you put it? Who was graduating, and from what?"

* Rags polishes down the last of his fish with a sip of ale

[Jon Miller]

"I set it down in one of the rooms. Oh, Borton was graduating, from the Bard college of course. What you have not heard of it?" and than she goes on to tell about the college (which is on Waterdeep Mountain) and how it is a much better place to study than that place in silverymoon.

[The Mad Monk]

"Morganna" says the newcomer, with a faint smile.

She slips easily into a place next to the dwarf (seemingly unaware or uncaring of the odor), setting a cup of mead on the table and placing a backpack and quarterstaff on the floor next to her. As she sits, you catch a glimpse of black studded leather armor under her cloak. Her straight, dark brown hair is pulled back loosely in a pony tail.

"Please, continue."

(I'm going to bed now, so she'll just nod and follow along for now)

[Hot Mustard]

"Well met, Morganna. That is Bandar next to you, this is Incana, Ostler, and Tarna.", says Rags, motioning to each person at the table in turn. "My friends call me Rags."

"Incana, my dear, I hope you forgive me if I think you a tad foolish to set down something valuable in the midst of a debaucherous Bard celebration, which no doubt also included the type of people that some Bards envy for their non-musical skills, if you know who I mean."

"So this Panath is no close friend of yours - would you have difficulty regaining entry to the home for a quick search?"

[Harry Seldon]

"I can get us in!" blusters Bandar, clearly out of his league in this conversation. "I never had a door me axe couldn' open!" He gives his most winning smile, then erupts into laughter at his own subtle humor.