The wind in her hair (RP)

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Aug 7, 2022 9:09 am
Theuderic seems annoyed that you are not just bending to his will, but rallies and readily agrees. He had not paid attention to how dirty you were --maybe his thinks he social inferiors are supposed to be dirty?

"Of course, of course." He says, looking around till he spots the right person. "Innkeeper," he says pompously. "See to these people's needs. They are my guests, settle up with me afterwards." He adds, sounding magnanimous if one was not aware of how much he had already been paid.

Theuderic has added together the statements "we don't have a lot of coin" followed by the appearance of gold coins to indicate you have more gold, and don't consider it 'a lot'. He does not want the innkeeper or healer taking your gold when he could do so and pay out in silver while appearing generous.
The innkeeper indicates his establishment --marked by a sign with a frosty mug, but no name-- and promises to have baths waiting for you after you have seen Ahsa settled at the healer. He seems to understand how these things should work, even if his inn looks a bit run down...

... In fact, the whole village looks more than a bit run down. The people look poor and hungry, and the roads and buildings are in disrepair --though not showing signs of damage or violence as much as neglect-- a condition that appears to predate the erection of the palisade.
The healer's cottage used to have a herb garden out front, but the palisade wall has cut that off and churned up what little ground is left. Inside, her walls are covered with hooks where medicines hang, but there are large bare sections where they have not been restocked in a while.

Uncomplaining, she looks you all over with an expert eye, orders the captain to get off her feet and to remove her pants --behind a privacy screen-- so she can look while working on Ahsa. While examining the ladies she is simultaneously brewing five unpleasant smelling concoctions. "Drink, sirs." She says handing you each a different mix, as though she already knows what you each need without asking.

"You will heal up fine... if you stay off that leg for a week." She says to the captain, wrapping a poultice on the ugly gash and offering her a skirt to wear --her pants being ruined by the stone claw.

She tuts about Ahsa's injury, probing deeply inside and eliciting groans of pain from the girl who has been unexpectedly quiet through all the interactions, but has been watching with bright eyes. "You were luck. Nothing vital was punctured. But your core muscles are lacerated. When you are healed, it will take a lot of exercise before you stay upright. But you are young and strong, so you will bounce back."
The healer seems focused on her work and uninterested in gossip, she also might get into trouble from the mayor if you press her for information he wants to present to you in his own manner.

• How much do you try to find out from the healer, or the innkeeper once you get there?
Aug 8, 2022 7:09 am
Roald smells at his cup, his face wrinkles up. He looks at the others. Are they drinking?
'' excuse me, but what is this?'' He doesn't want to be impolite, but recent events made his patience dwindle.
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Aug 8, 2022 7:17 am
- Roald -

"Medicine, deary." She answers. "For your fatigue, and to help you heal." She had not asked if you were hurt, and apparently picked up on you 'athletic performance issue' on her own. "I know it tastes bad, but that is how you know it is working." She adds --advice we have all heard from our grandmothers, or similar.

Ahsa has already drunk most of hers --pulling a face at the taste and holding her nose closed. The captain sniffed hers, but is now waiting for your decision on whether to trust this wizened old lady.

What do you do?
Aug 8, 2022 8:25 am
Roald is still hesitating and watching Asha (yes he still refuses to go along with the name change. 😉) closely.
If she doesn't have a negative reaction in the next 5 minutes he will drink the concoction.
Aug 8, 2022 8:38 am
Albert isn't picky at this stage. He's tired and thirsty still. This concoction may smell bad, but it should help him get back to full strength and that's good enough! He can wash it down with a beer later. With this in mind, he gulps it down eagerly, regretting the aftertaste when it's too late.

"I'm glad to hear Asha will be alright. Thank you." Albert tells the healer. "Do we need to stay? Because that bath that was offered sounds really good right now."
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Aug 8, 2022 9:14 am
- Roald -

"It is better if it is still steaming." The old woman comments. "And the taste is not going to get any nicer." She does not push the issue though, but, you can guess, she might --justifiably-- be a little miffed that you did not speak up before she made you medicine, not that she gave you the opportunity to do so.

With a slight gagging noise, Ahsa finishes her concoction, then she lies back, looking contented, and, in a minute of so, drifts off into sleep, at which point the healer starts to clean and sew up the gash in her side.
Aug 8, 2022 9:16 am
- Albert -

"There's a good boy." The old woman says once you have had your medicine. She hands you a cup of water to wash out the aftertaste. The water here does not look as clean as what you had in the forest, and you hope she already boiled it.

"Hmm? Oh, no, no. You lads can go about your business." She says distractedly. "Don't drink too much beer." She adds, though if this is to do with the medicine or the dehydration, or the upcoming meeting with the mayor, or just general grandmotherly advice, you are not sure.

As an afterthought, as you are about to leave, she says: "Tell Berthold to throw out your wash water far away, and then to wash out the tubs. We don't want that... whatever that is you are covered in... contaminating our limited supplies."
Aug 8, 2022 4:58 pm
With everybody drinking the brew, Roald does not stay behind.

all those days in the wild, to finally arrive at a village and drink something worse than the murky water in the cave

He has a hard time keeping it down and gladly accepts the offered water.
Aug 8, 2022 5:36 pm
The captain assures you she will watch over Ahsa, her leg does not allow her to walk comfortably --and you might be amazed she managed the trek here. Presumably she will wash up at the healer's house.

When you arrive at The Frosty Mug, Berthold --you presume-- is just finishing heating water for two copper baths in the bathhouse. The inn is crowded with locals, and you don't get the impression that it is normally this busy, the serving girl seems flustered and run off her feet, and there is some muttering that 'locals should not have to pay for beer' from a white-bearded old-timer sitting in the corner near the door.

It seems that everyone is wanting to see 'the strangers' and gather any news of the outside world you might have. None of this should be surprising to Albert and he might be relieved when the innkeeper shoos everyone away so you both can soak in piece.

"Is there anything I can get you?" He asks. "Before this lot drink it all."

You have not eaten much since leaving the temple --stopping to hunt and cook was not a high priority, and nuts and berries can only take a man so far-- but you also have to think about the dinner with the mayor.

What do you do? How long do you make the mayor wait?
Aug 8, 2022 9:22 pm
"Just the bath will do nicely, mister Berthold, I presume?" Albert feels a lot more at ease now that he's in a familiar environment. "Not a bad place you have here." He says as he looks around. "I used to run a bar not too long ago. The Deer's Antlers. Maybe you've heard of it?" If he knows anything about innkeeps, they like to talk shop, as they say. "I'm Albert, this is my friend Roald. It's very kind of you to arrange this comfort after our dangerous journey."

He chit chats a bit with Berthold as they head to the tubs. "Oh, come to think of it, do you happen to have 2 sets of fresh clothing lying around?" He gestures towards his filthy and torn clothes. They can't show up to the mayor's house looking like this.
Aug 9, 2022 7:30 am
Roald isn't really listening to what Albert and the innkeep are talking about. He nods now and then to give the impression he's following the conversation.
He still has the bitter aftertaste of the medicine in his mouth and would love some ale to cleanse his pallet, but he knows that is a bad idea. He swore never to drink again after his time in jail.
What if there is wine or ale at the mayor's dinner...

As he steps into the tub a fatigue washes over him. This is the first time in days...weeks??? he can truly relax.
How long since I left the butcher shop?

Everything that has happened starts playing in his head. As if he is a character in a play. The caravan, the bell, the exploding mushrooms, undead skeletons (the thought make the hairs on his arms stand upright),...

'' We've been through alot, haven't we Albert?''

Roald closes his eyes and rests his head against the rim of the tub.
Aug 9, 2022 7:57 am
- Albert -

"Oh aye." Berthold says in agreement. "Over by the big city? Why'd you give it up then?" He asks conversationally. "To go 'adventuring'? The wife always tells me I should go out 'adventuring'. Thinks she can run the inn better'n me, I suspect." There is a twinkle in his eye as he says this which makes you doubt she ever said anything of the sort.

He looks woefully at your filthy clothing, and nods in agreement. "I will send for the tailor, and we can have you fitted up nicely." He pokes his head out the door and shouts for someone to do just that. You doubt the mayor intended to pay for new sets of clothing for everyone --a gold coin only goes so far-- but he did not specify, so the locals are being liberal in their interpretation of 'see to their needs'.

Berthold probably should be out in the common room taking care of his many patrons, but, loving news as all innkeepers do, and on the pretext of attending to his guest, he hangs around listening to your conversation, hoping to hear some of your story as you and Roald talk.
Aug 9, 2022 7:37 pm
"A tailor might be a bit much. Just some spare clothing will do." Albert tries to correct the man before it's too late.

"Well, I didn't become an adventurer by choice. My bar was burned down. I'm still not sure who did it, but if I ever find them, there'll be hell to pay!" He says looking fierce, or at least trying to.

"We sure have, Roald." He nods to Roald as he too gets in a hot tub. "I honestly thought I wouldn't make it through those gargoyles. Thank you for coming back for me after I blacked out. Raynor has blessed me with great friends. He probably knew I would need them." While relaxing, now that he has a little bit of time, Albert notices something on his broom stick. "Huh, that's odd. I don't remember Raynor's symbol being on my broom. Did you see someone carve it in while I was asleep, Roald?"
Aug 10, 2022 7:06 am
Hearing his name the second time pulls Roald from his pondering.
''Huh... What? ... Broom?...'' It takes him a few seconds to put together the information he subconsciously acquired.

'' Let me see that! Roald reaches from the tub for Albert's broom, making the floor quite wet.

'' That is odd indeed, it doesn't look like bushcarving. See, the edges are way too clean to do this with a standard knife or dagger. It takes a lot of practice to gain such skill. And look at the color of the grooves!''
Aug 10, 2022 8:07 am
"Oh, no sir. We are not swanky folk like you." The innkeeper answers Alert. "None of us have 'spare' clothes." He says 'spare' as though it is a foreign word he is piecing together in that sentence. "...'cept maybe the tailor."

He listens to your conversation as unobtrusively as he can. If he is concerned by the importance of a 'broomstick' when he expects adventurers to have swords, he tries not to show it.
Aug 10, 2022 12:26 pm
"Oh. We'll see what the tailor says then." Albert tells the inkeep.
OOC:
We don't need to play this out. What I had in mind was some clothes we could borrow until ours have had a chance to be washed and possibly sewn back together.
"Hmm yes, you're right. This looks too nice to be carved." He ponders for a bit, then continues. "Do you think maybe it's because of the glow? Check your sword, Roald."
Aug 10, 2022 1:21 pm
'' I have no idea what you're talking about, Albert. Just try to relax for a moment.''

Roald's eyes gesture in the direction of the barkeep. Saying:
- shut up.
- it's a secret !
OOC:
[ +- ] sc
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Aug 10, 2022 9:00 pm
Roald sits and soaks in silence until the bartender takes his leave. His sword is standing in a corner of the room, he doesn't want to get out of the hot water, but his curiosity takes the upper hand. He gets out and examines his weapon.
'' I don't see any symb...hmmm... well I be .... Look Albert!
The sword is showing a similar sign, smaller than the one on the broomstick, but unmistakenly Raynor 's symbol. Like the mark of a weapon smith.
Aug 10, 2022 9:32 pm
Albert gets the hint and waits for Berthold to be called back to his bar. "Well I'll be... I guess we at least did something right in that temple." He says when Roald shows the mark on his blade.

"I guess we should get to the mayor's house, before him and his wife starve." He gets up and dries off, putting on his old pants as there are no new ones in sight.
Aug 13, 2022 2:11 pm
When you arrive at the mayor's house a servant lets you in, ushers you to the dining room and seats you opposite each other, one away from the head of the table. It is a nice enough home, but, like the rest of the village, shows the signs of a poor and low life.

From another room you can hear a woman shouting angrily: "Well, I am not 'your mother'. I am doing the best I can on short notice." The servant bows to you apologetically before hurrying off, presumably to share the information that their guests have arrived. The argument shuts off instantly. A moment later Theuderic joins you.

"Ah, welcome, welcome." He declares expansively. "I trust your companions are taken care off." He does not give you a chance to answer --the query being etiquette rather than concern-- but plows on with his own worries. "So? You are 'adventurers'?" He starts to ask, only to be interrupted by the arrival of food.

A matronly looking lady --the mayor's wife, you deduce-- shuffles in with a large platter of breads and cheeses --clearly an attempt to bulk up the bowls of stew now being shared amongst more people. After placing food before you and the mayor, the lady of the house returns to the kitchen and the servant rushes off, both return a few moments later, the lady bearing three more bowls of stew, and the servant chivying in two teenage children, before departing.

The mayor's wife says nothing, but you might be able to tell she is distressed by what your still-dirty clothing is doing to her chairs, carpets, and tablecloth.

The mayor proudly introduces his son as 'Theuderic' --but does not bother to introduce his wife and daughter-- before getting back to business.

"'Adventurers?'" He resumes. "You must have such stories." He espouses, not waiting to hear you tell any --to the obvious disappointment of his children who are listening in rapt fascination. "We have a problem for just the likes of you." He explains as he heaps stew onto a slice of bread.

"From time out of mind, our village has served as the market- and meeting-place for the lands all around, as far as you can see." He takes any signs or sounds you make as indications you are impressed and he should continue --you don't get the impression he is used to be interrupted.

"For as long as we can remember the families of Childebert and Chlodomer have been feuding. No one knows the cause, and no one cares. But when Chlodomer... or was it Childebert? started buying up the surrounding farms, Childebert... or was it Chlodomer? felt compelled to follow suit. Now all the lands you see are owned by those two, and they are calling themselves 'barons'." His tone makes it clear what he thinks of their trumped-up titles. "They spend all their time trying to outsmart, outmanoeuvre, or outspend the other, and neglect the lands. And we suffer.

"You will have seen our eyesore of a fence?" He states, not waiting for a response. "The newest generation of 'barons' have escalated to petty violence. Against each other, but also threats towards us. They each, in turn, 'suggest' we stop doing business with the other, and imply that things will go badly for us if we don't comply.

"Your job," He declares, clearly assuming you have already accepted it. "Is to fix this problem." His dismissive tone tells you that he does not care how you 'fix' it.
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