02-26-2017, 06:39 AM
Satisfied that his pack mule is well cared for, and that he has a room to rest his road-weary head when he is done exploring the town for the day, Reawyn goes in search of food.
As he wanders through town, the non-descript young man tries to politely ask the locals where to get the best, affordable meal, and when he does manage to get someone to actually stop and talk a moment, he asks them as well what they may have heard regarding the Torch on the top of Black Hill, and whetheranyone has any idea why it might have gone out.
[New in town Diplomacy (DC: 5) [1d20] = 19]
It may be that people are a little more open here. Or maybe they are so worried about what the Torch going out might mean, that they are willing to gossip a bit more with a stranger than normal. In any case Reawyn gleans enough information to get a pretty good idea of where he should at least go for some lunch.
Soon the nondescript young man enters the front doors of the Copper Coin. Those who notice him at all see a young man with medium length brown hair, garbed in much stained leathers, a cudgel and dagger hanging from his belt along with dozens of small pouches on a bandolier. The only thing that really seems to stand out about him is the acrid fumes that permeate the air around him. He seems to not notice teh caustic miasma, which stings the eyes and noses of those that linger too close.
He watches with a raised eyebrow as a dwarf scrapes rotten meat off an axe and decides he will find somewhere to sit that does not place him too near the brutish fellow.
Sitting near the kitchen it takes him some time to get the attention of one of the serving women. despite her not seeming to want to stand too near, he puts on his best smile.
"Might I ask what the cook has prepared for the midday meal? Stew or soup perhaps? I''ll start by getting something nice and cool to drink, the road has been dusty and hot."
As he says this he fishes a few copper coins out from a pouch that holds a handful of copper and silver coins.
[OoC: he has left much of his gear in his room that he rented, rather than walk the streets of the town with a spear and packs full of gear.]
As he wanders through town, the non-descript young man tries to politely ask the locals where to get the best, affordable meal, and when he does manage to get someone to actually stop and talk a moment, he asks them as well what they may have heard regarding the Torch on the top of Black Hill, and whetheranyone has any idea why it might have gone out.
[New in town Diplomacy (DC: 5) [1d20] = 19]
It may be that people are a little more open here. Or maybe they are so worried about what the Torch going out might mean, that they are willing to gossip a bit more with a stranger than normal. In any case Reawyn gleans enough information to get a pretty good idea of where he should at least go for some lunch.
Soon the nondescript young man enters the front doors of the Copper Coin. Those who notice him at all see a young man with medium length brown hair, garbed in much stained leathers, a cudgel and dagger hanging from his belt along with dozens of small pouches on a bandolier. The only thing that really seems to stand out about him is the acrid fumes that permeate the air around him. He seems to not notice teh caustic miasma, which stings the eyes and noses of those that linger too close.
He watches with a raised eyebrow as a dwarf scrapes rotten meat off an axe and decides he will find somewhere to sit that does not place him too near the brutish fellow.
Sitting near the kitchen it takes him some time to get the attention of one of the serving women. despite her not seeming to want to stand too near, he puts on his best smile.
"Might I ask what the cook has prepared for the midday meal? Stew or soup perhaps? I''ll start by getting something nice and cool to drink, the road has been dusty and hot."
As he says this he fishes a few copper coins out from a pouch that holds a handful of copper and silver coins.
[OoC: he has left much of his gear in his room that he rented, rather than walk the streets of the town with a spear and packs full of gear.]
