@ravenvii, orders: sit at the table with the farmer.
Say to the farmer: "Good sir, how may I help the sister ?"
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I think Portia (@Moyank24) would want the tavern for gambling (and liberating loose change pouches 😀) after she eats. It sounds like the inn will do fine for the rest of us.
"The name's Narth. You look like a real upstandin' gent right there. You see... Sister Garaele -- that's the Sister's name, Sister Graele -- she oversees the Shrine of Luck -- that's that shrine that's right outside the door -- so the Sister recently left town with no word. We got a bit worried, you see, but she came right back. But she was exhausted. The feelin' not right. Ain't right at all. Hoping a upstanding sword swinger like yourself could go and see if she needs help, and do whatever it is that troubles her."
Farmer Narth takes another gulp, emptying the mug. "She lives in the house right behind the Shrine over there. She will make sure it's worth your while, helpin' her. Forsooth, those Redbrands ain't gonna help her none."
* as i attack the ale
> AAhhhh! yes, yes, this smells absolutely delicious!
Syllin, before you go and enjoy the tub, maybe we should pay this good man for the food and ales from our common funds and then proceed to split the remainder?
So, master Stonehill, tell me more about the troubles that affect you and the town. Maybe we can be of some assistance.
You don't seem to have a high opinion of your current Townmaster. How so?
We were planning on speaking to him in the morning, as we think our effort in securing the safety of the Triboar Trail might warrant some recognition of the, ehm, monetary type.
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yes, although by the little she has told us about her previous interactions here in Phandalin, i was of the impression she wanted to keep it a little on the low, at least initially
As Stonehill brings out the stew and eleven mugs of freshly poured ale, to the appreciation of the patrons, he pauses -- "Ah, do the others want the stew, as well? That will be one silver piece each, if it pleases you?"
As the ale is passed out to the patrons and placed on the empty table for the adventurers, one of the patrons, a woman, grabs the ale from front of another patron next to her, a young boy, and stands up. "Toblen! Just because those... guests buy drinks doesn't mean Pip can drink! Thank you... sir, but please, keep your coin to yourself. In fact, I would prefer not to drink another ale tonight."
Visibly embarrassed, Stonehill grabs the two mugs "my, ah, wife is right, of course, my son is entirely too young to drink! I do apologize, I get... overzealous in pleasing new guests sometimes!"
>>> if you get stew for all party members (5), then that'll be 4 more silver pieces in addition to the price I quoted above, totalling in 5 sp and 36 cp (9 mugs of ale).
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Sorry, having guests make for little time on MR..
@ravenvii , can you please give us / me a short idea how I have to imagine the town and specifically regarding the tavern we are currently sitting in (not sure if we do but I assume so)- e.g. do I have to imagine a town/tavern full of humans like I do now or is it completely mixed like our party? Sorry, if that has been established already. Thanks!
After combing my beard for a considerable time span observing the people at the inn, I will have a hot mug with my friends and then go on a stroll myself. I will check the barn where our stuff is kept whether it is save and sturdy locked and then am loosely heading towards the Sleeping Giant.
You survey your surroundings before you enter the inn. The town is a rough-and-tumble town, with single-story and two-story buildings clustered around the town center. You saw from your entrance into the town that there are several farmhouses in the outskirts, surrounding the center. It wasn't much of a town, really, but better than you'd expect, with it being outside of any center of civilization and all.
The inn itself is a relatively cozy inn, if not small. There are six patrons in the common room, all human. There are two men, three women and a young boy, all wearing commoner clothes and with the look of a long day's work behind -- and ahead -- them. Claus is sitting opposite one of the men -- a farmer from the looks of his clothes -- who is talking to him animatedly.