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I will have a fine dinner (?) with you guys while cracking some jokes on your account, Frankenstein. But only in jest, of course. Then I will ask the inn-keeper where I could find the most frequented tavern, go there and investigate the kind of ale they serve and wheter somebody knows a thing or two about that lord and wizard Hallwinter talked about.

Mugs of ale will be consumed within a reasonable amount - I'm tired and will go to bed not too late in the morning ;)
You young folks can do the heavy party thing.

OOC- Is your avatar D&D related? Just curious, thought the last one was very dwarf like. :)

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Besides doing some good deeds around town, I've been day dreaming at the Sleeping Giant while nursing my ale, seeing curious visions, a party of 5 adventurers bound together in common purpose, a pompous, but practical lord, an energetic hero, a young and beautiful Fey building her confidence, and two of small stature not unlike myself, one slight of build, but very dangerous if crossed (she likes tickling with her blade), the other trustworthy and reliable, stout and round, of the same race and similar devotion, but a bit too worried about material possessions for a Holy person. Strange... this vision could be more than an idle abstraction.
 
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Check out her charisma score :D.

I can tell you've been wondering how well matched an apple and orange might be. :D

Ah, but beauty, wit, learning and the vastly over-rated - some might say - dark and subtle arts of charisma are all quite separate and distinct matters.

Besides, I have other……ah, - what was that lovely word again - 'fey'? - abilities which I can draw upon…..when needed.

Oh fey... I'll shut my eyes and fantasize a bit. :)
 
We're waiting for ravenvii, right?

And yes, Huntn: Once shaved, Veit Frostbeard could pass as a Prince look-a-like.

And I was labouring under the misapprehension that Veit Frostbeard spent long hours combing that lengthy beard with a golden comb………

Well, my ablutions have been quick, - that tub was welcome, and I have my own ways and means of both cleaning and warming that water - and I have returned to the common room, or taproom to listen and keep an ear out for what the locals are saying, and paying heed to how they react to us.

And perhaps slowly sip a second ale.
 
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ah, sorry, i thought Syllin had answered to that, but of course we all want to eat.

[to the Innkeeper]
> Wait, who? Redbrands? Never heard about them.​
Who are they? Who leads them? what kind of troubles are they causing you?

[to the son]
> and what about you young man? What do you think? I must admit you do look indeed a little young for your father's strong Ale​
[a nod to the mother]
> My apologies, madame, our intention was just to bring news of what happened to us on the road, if anyone cares to listen, and to share the good and the bad news alike with the good folks of this town.​
[back to the son].
> Name's Pip, right? i bet you hear all sort of interesting stories here at the Inn!​
"Ah, enjoy your stew, don't worry about the affairs of the town, please have a pleasant stay," the innkeeper says, clearly deflecting your questions.

The mother glares at you suspiciously as you address Pip. But the boy stands up eagerly. "Qelline Alderleaf's son Carp said he found a secret tunnel in the woods, but Redbrands almost caught him!" he said loudly over his mother's shushing.
 
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> That is very interesting, Pip! And do you know where can we find this Qelline? Maybe tomorrow we can pay a visit, and meet your friend carp, too. Thank you again for your help, my young friend!​

*then, to the rest of the patrons:
> another round to anyone who can explain us what is going on with this "Redbrands" we keep hearing about!​
 
> That is very interesting, Pip! And do you know where can we find this Qelline? Maybe tomorrow we can pay a visit, and meet your friend carp, too. Thank you again for your help, my young friend!​

*then, to the rest of the patrons:
> another round to anyone who can explain us what is going on with this "Redbrands" we keep hearing about!​
"She's the farmer, on the Alderleaf farm! She's a halfling and--!" before the excited boy could continue, his mother places a hand on his shoulder and nudged him to sit back down. She gives him a scolding look, and eyes you again.

"Those Redbrands," a woman on the other side of Ms. Stonehill said disapprovingly. "The townmaster lets them roam free, hassling us. 'For protection', he says. Cow dung, I say! They're trouble. They do whatever they want because the worthless townmaster is too afraid of them! They hassle every business in town, except for for the Phandalin Miner's Exchange. They don't want trouble with Halia Thornton, who runs it."

Ms. Stonehill adds, "hush, Freda! We don't want trouble with the Redbrands at the inn!" She looks at you. "Thel Dendrar, a local woodcarver, stood up to the Redbrands a tenday ago when they came by his shop and leered at his wife. The ruffians murdered him. Several townsfolk saw it happen. The Redbrands grabbed his body, and now his wife, daughter, and son have gone missing too." She nods vigorously, "so you keep to yourselves and don't bring trouble to this here inn."
 
> A halfling, uh?​
* to Portia (@Moyank24), quietly, :
> Didn't you mention you have some relatives around here? do you know her?​

To the Innkeeper wife:
>I understand the situation, Mistress Stonehill, we have no intention to bring any trouble to your Inn, or your family, but rest assured we will quietly look into this situation on the morrow, when we talk to Sildar.
I would also like to have a word with the Townmaster. If what we hear is true, that is is no way to run a town.
Also, we must make sure our errands tomorrow take us to the Miner's exchange. This Halia seems to be worth a chat.
Meanwhile, please offer another glass of whatever she is drinking to Mistress Freda here.​
 
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*Murmurs to myself: Yes, it would seem that a number of us may have errands to run tomorrow, and not only of the commercially rewarding variety, either.

Mmm. I believe that paying a visit to Sister Garaele, who has already been referred to….may prove an interesting and informative way to pass some time. *
 
omg...still going!? how much longer?

it's an open campaign. it lasts as long as people stay into it and the DM keeps it up.
however, it does have multiple possible 'end points' if we decide to 'wrap it up' at some point (other than death by oblivion, which could also happen, of course).
as far as the basic "lost mines of phandelver" campaign goes, we barely started, one playing characters hasn't even debuted yet! :D
 
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> A halfling, uh?​
* to Portia (@Moyank24), quietly, :
> Didn't you mention you have some relatives around here? do you know her?​

To the Innkeeper wife:
>I understand the situation, Mistress Stonehill, we have no intention to bring any trouble to your Inn, or your family, but rest assured we will quietly look into this situation on the morrow, when we talk to Sildar.
I would also like to have a word with the Townmaster. If what we hear is true, that is is no way to run a town.
Also, we must make sure our errands tomorrow take us to the Miner's exchange. This Halia seems to be worth a chat.
Meanwhile, please offer another glass of whatever she is drinking to Mistress Freda here.​
"Ah, thank you sir. You lot look resourceful. Maybe you'll prove our suspicions wrong. Or you might just disappear courtesy of the Redbrands, and we'll have to wait for the next band of... 'heroes', yeah? Ah, thank you for the drink!" Freda says grabbing the ale that was passed to her by Toblen.

>>> Substract yet another 4 pieces @Scepticalscribe ... any more dialog before we wrap up and call it a night?
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omg...still going!? how much longer?
If you're itching to start a WW game or something, don't wait -- go ahead.
 
I'm already snoring like a baby - doubt that anybody else could find some sleep that way tbh. :D
 
Bifur CU Oval.sm4.png Thinks: I'm not sure what's with this village, seems unsettled. Wondering what plan Marthammor Duin has for me. Waves the bar maid down to order some sipping brandy, appreciating her figure as she sashays away.
 
"Ah, thank you sir. You lot look resourceful. Maybe you'll prove our suspicions wrong. Or you might just disappear courtesy of the Redbrands, and we'll have to wait for the next band of... 'heroes', yeah? Ah, thank you for the drink!" Freda says grabbing the ale that was passed to her by Toblen.

>>> Substract yet another 4 pieces @Scepticalscribe ... any more dialog before we wrap up and call it a night?

> Well, Madame, i don't know about 'heroes', but i can promise you that me and my companions are not in the habit of rolling over and die, as a tribe of dead goblins and bugbears can attest down on the triboar trail.
We are not precisely looking for troubles, but if troubles look our way, well, let just say we do not shy away.
That said, i bid you a good night. It has been a long day for us, and i can use a good bed for a change​
 
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As the sun rises over the town of Phandalin, the shops begin to re-open for the day, children begin to run up and down the green, and the sounds of activity reach your ears as you awaken. You are in a bed -- a bed! -- a luxury that has almost become but a faint memory.

You reluctantly rise and get dressed -- there is business to do, and the day is not getting any longer.

As you emerge into the empty common room, the innkeeper greets you with a beam. "Sir Hallwinter has already departed. Going to talk to the townmaster at the hall, he said. Shall I have the pull cart ready?"

>>> @Don't panic @twietee @Scepticalscribe @Plutonius @Moyank24 what do you do?
 
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> yes, indeed.
Meanwhile, i would greatly appreciate a cup of strong tea. And biscuits, of course.

"Father --" Pip's voice came from outside.

"Ah! Coming!"

The innkeeper rushes out of the common room.

A moment later, a panting Toblen rushes back into the common room. "Your pull cart is now right outside of the door. Ah! We unfortunately do not have any biscuits, but a tea is coming up! That will be two copper pieces. Trilena! Make some tea for our guests!"
 
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