Chapter 1 - Trouble In Red Larch

Welsh smiles and waves at the crowd, reveling in the attention. He sets up a small area, places a small pouch open on the ground, and pulls out a pan flute from a pocket on his belt. He smiles, rolls up his sleeves, and looks to Nadya before addressing the crowd.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, I would like to play a little diddy for you I call Take On Me, which is a tale of love and adventure." He then presses his lips to the pan flute, and begins to play (like this YouTube beauty).

Nadya nod's back at Welsh. She was not used to pan pipes, but had also trained in the flute, though had not had the opportunity to bring one with her. She wasn't sure if her Viol would match up, however she knew the tune, so she may as well give it a try.

However she realised an error as she started to play, a screeching sound came out. She had forgotten to retune it after the fight, and her gripping the strings from stress had caused them to go out of tune. She cursed, immeadiatly stoping, and moveing to tune it, though wwith difficulty from the emabrassment

Welsh looks to Nadya, gives a shrug and a grin, and then bows with a flourish. "Thank you! Thank you! The heroes of Red Larch thank you so much!"

Nadya grits her teeth, tempted to ignore the old man an proof it was the Viols fault not hers, but instead settles for downing her wine, and looking for a refill. Just her luck the one thing she actually could do had messed up. She avoids Welsh's eyes as she tries to drown her bad mood.

'Eager for us to leave?' She asks, more bluntly than she intends due to the drink.

Welsh picks up his tip bag (any tips?!) and grabs himself a tall glass of ale. He then smiles and plops down at the same table as Nadya, right before Doren shows up.

Welsh takes a huge hit of his drink, then leans in and smiles. "It's not every day you find your destiny in a little town like this. We've been tasked to help out with a few more problems around town." He stops for a moment to gauge the reaction (ie. Insight Check).

Vanri bows to the old man.

"I don't believe I have an immediate need to leave. Do you have anything that needs to be done?"

Welsh smiles. "With all these bandits around town, I’m sure a vendor of ‘fine stones’ can rest easier knowing they’re taken care of." He leans back, polishing off his drink. "I know we don’t exactly blend in around here, but as long as there is adventure to be had, and wrongs to be righted, I assure you we’ll leave your town better than we found it."

'Asshole'Nadya mutters under her breath as she sips at her wine. 'You;d have thought someone that old would know better than to dismiss a seer and her heroes.'

Welsh kicks back, putting his hooved feet on the table, biting down on a drumstick. "Who cares what he thinks? He's a grouchy old man. We're heroes! That's pretty cool." He stops, hooves still on the table, and looks right at Nadya. "Okay, so tell more more about our destiny together. What do you know?"

'Not too much. The visions are vague. I saw this medusa, and then you three. He was trying to rend the earth, you were trying to sop him'