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Kriv

He nodded at the guard's declaration, heeding the challenge and ceasing the advance.

"Good. We have credentials for this coster here, that they are safeguarded is reassuring. Is there any reason for the active protection that we should be aware of?"

Silvarren Loomshank - at the Talking Troll

The priest starts to weep. "Helm sees all," he barely answers as he fumbles under his cloak to reveal a large pendant that hangs around his neck. It is molded as a stylized eye, the iris painted blue. "Helm is the watcher. What did he see me do to punish me so?"

Apparently he's not done wallowing in his own self-pity.

"My superiors banished me to the Allfaiths Shrine in Red Larch!" he cries. "I never made it there.....Here...I stopped here ... I haven't left!" he wails.
ooc: Since you did so well with your last rolls, let's have Arus provide a religion roll and a straight intelligence roll. The religion is DC 13 and the intelligence is DC 10.

Kaelen Sarssir - at the Talking Troll

Just hearing the word promise, even if it came as part of no promise was enought to lighten the mood on the man's face. "Here, let me top that off for you," he says as he pours another drink. Just as he starts to pour, the door opens with a brisk wind that splashes more rain into the soggy taproom. OOC: That's your queue Pande....

Guard outside the Lionshield Coster

Zhu had been joined by Kriv and the man could see the other pair, Jaliera and Davroar a short distance away. He did not lower his guard. He answered Zhu's first question first. "Over that way," he said pointing down the road opposite the way that the Phandelin caravan had arrived. He didn't quite acknowledge Zhu's directive but replied to Kriv with a question, "Where do you hail from, might I ask?" as if it mattered.

<Bern>

He smiled and nodded his thanks as his glass is refilled. But before he can thank him properly, the door opens and he has to dodge a bit rain that blows in. He turns to see if it is one of his friends come to join him.

Zhu

She smiles and nods thanks, then glances at Kriv to answer the follow on question.

Kriv

Zhu's matter resolved, he spake in turn,

"Collectively, we arrived from Phandelin earlier today. Prior to that, I'm of Norixius Keep originally, those with whom I travel coming from all manner of places. Why, is there a matter concerning a particular locale of which we should be aware?"

Jaliera

Standing off to one side with Davroar, Jaliera is watching her companions in case they need help but she doesn't expect trouble. She has also been thinking.

"If we get any time alone, just the two of us, I've something I need to ask you about. Later though, not now."

Sindar

In out of the cold and wet came a swirling blue cloaked figure. As the door was returned to the more favorable closed position, the hood slipped back revealing flowing blond locks and slightly pointed ears. Clearly not a full elf, but enough of the blood to make him an obvious halfbreed human and elf combined.

He removed he sodden cloak and hung it next to other also wet cloaks revealing studded leather armor. At his hip was a well-polished rapier. As the cloak came off, one might note a leather-wrapped package attached to his pack. The length and breadth bespoke a string instrument of some kind.

Turning back to the room, his blue eyes ran over the other occupants and stopped at the hole in the roof with the steady rain falling down. He had played in worse places, but it had been a while. He straightened his shoulders and made his way over to the bar, skirting the obvious dangerous spot in the middle.

He stopped at the bar nodding to Bern. They might recognize each other from the caravan, the half-elf had been along since Phandelver. He had been quiet and kept mostly to himself. The young man had soft fine features with a scar upon his left cheek. The way he wore it, the scar seemed more like a beauty mark or badge of honor.

He waited till the Bartender shared some of his attention with the young man. He had come to play if what he had heard was correct. He slipped a fine long flute wrapped in waterproof leathers upon the bar and displayed it to get the man's attention.

DM

Indeed, Bern does note that he saw the fellow who was one of the other guards that escorted the wagons to Triboar.

Davroar

He notices the guard pointing where to go, and half turns in that direction to take a look before answering Jaliera, "Sure. Everything ok though?"

<Bern>

He watched as the stranger entered. It wasn't until he was most of the way to the bar that he recognized him as one of the guards. That shouldn't have been such a surprise. He suspected that most of the guards and caravaners would be looking for a drink. He nodded in return, moved over a bit to give him a bit more space since he seemed to have an agenda to go with the lute.

Arus to the Priest
(at The Talking Troll)

Arus notes the holy symbol. He's seen the eye icon used by many faiths since he arrived on the Sword Coast. Gauntlets too, also popular.

The paladin doesn't know what Helm is all about but he gets a sense of what a demotion it must be for an ambitious priest to be assigned to an Allfaiths shrine.

Sort of like a triton trying to rise in the ranks of the Protectorate's government and being assigned to a consular duties in Myth Nantar to make nice with the sea elves and merfolk. Arus has seen it happen before; a very dubious honour.

"Gah, who can know the will of the gods. I do know thou will not return to anyone's favour until thou hath taken thy punishment.

"Instead here thou ist slumped, when thou might be scratching off days in Red Larch."

"What keeps thee, priest? Thy feet aren't damaged, only thine ego."

Jaliera

She smiles.

"Nothing wrong, just looking for some advice."

She squeezes his arm, so pleased he has come into her life.

Davroar

He lets out a small chuckle and says, "Ok, but don't expect much." He figures they are the same age or close enough, and his advice will not be from experience. Still he is happy that Jaliera likes him enough to ask for such advice, whatever that might be.

His stomach grumbles again, and he looks to see Zhu, Kriv, and the guard still in conversation.

"Come on Jaliera. Lets start walking where they pointed to. I'm still hungry and I'm sure they'll catch up to us."

(OOC - Was just waiting for the Guard to reply to Kriv's question......)

Jaliera

"OK. They look safe enough."

So the two turn in the direction indicated and start walking, looking for the establishment.

"Maybe, even if we decide to camp, we could eat at this place. I'm hungry and it will be good to get out of the rain if only for a while."

She looks up at a building, seeing Whisper perched on the edge of the roof.

**See if you can find a lookout perch out of the rain.**

Guard

"That is good then," he says as he fixes his cloak collar to stay warm in the rain. "S'long as yer not from Yartar, I suspect that you will not be trouble," was his cryptic answer. It didn't seem like he was ready to elaborate.

Kriv

"So noted. Your vigilance is appreciated."

Responded the Dragonborn. Something about which to enquire, but probably not from someone on guard duty. A quick glance to ensure nothing was exploiting the potential distraction, then askance of his companions as the group began to split.

Zhu

She nods at the answer, making a mental note to find out why Triboar and Yartar seemingly do not like each other, or at least Triboar doesn't like Yartar. She doesn't really know if it hold true in the other direction.

"Shall we find a place to get out of the rain then?" She says to Kriv, noting Jaliera and Davroar have begun walking in the direction indicated by the guard.

Davroar

"Same here", he replies to Jaliera, then turns his head to see Kriv and Zhu leave the guard. Slowing his stride a bit when Kriv and Zhu catch up, Davroar looks to Kriv and asks, "What did the guard say?"

Jaliera

She might be wet and have a few things on her mind but she is happy to be here with Davroar and the others in a relatively safe environment. She has been in worse places and situations.

Jaliera glances around as Davroar looks behind and slows, seeing Zhu and Kriv moving to catch up. She follows suit and gives them a wave.

... at the Talking Troll

Silvarren, the priest, wipes away tears before tearing up again.

"I cannot. I have .. spent ... drinked ... drank .. drunken ... drunk... all my traveling money. I owe Kaelen 5GP and it is not right that I run out on the debt!"

As Sindar enters the tavern, he is blasted by the odor of alcohol that has permeated wood. It was a dim, smelly, low-beamed place crammed with mismatched, battered old furniture and drunks. One man, with blue skin, was talking to a man that was obviously intoxicated. They are sitting just outside of the open area. The open are is that portion of the tavern that is under no roof. It is open to the sky and at the moment, a steady but light rain was falling past two charred beams, washing away bird droppings that had covered the floor and tops of tables and chairs underneath it. Fortunately it was possible to skirt the vicinity of that area to reach the bar. Over there he sees a man, with a bow slung over his shoulder, talking to the bartender. The man had moved over a bit, an invitation to join him. That is where the tavern owner is standing and he waves Sindar over. "What can I get for you?"

Arus to the Priest
(at The Talking Troll)

5 gold is a week's fine lodgings and board. Not a small sum.

Arus resists shaking his head, though he wears of look of severe disapprobation. Perhaps clergy can't be held to the same standards as military, maybe this Helmite faith has looser rules than Persana, but a priest is still a man in uniform and that Silvarren could shame his uniform by drinking himself into 5 gp of debt is a disgrace.

It truly isn't these kind of problems that the Protectorate sent Arus to fix, but the triton will struggle to leave things as they are.

[How much cash does Arus have btw?]