The children swarm around Wolke, Rausimod and Phelbt as Foghorn and Trusova sidestep past the pretend melee, heading into their destination: The Manky Mermaid. Passing beneath the worn and faded sign depicting a dirty, disheveled, half-naked woman with a fish tail beckoning those on the street inside, the pair walks into what they discover is a very busy, noisy, and smelly establishment. More than a few eyes turn their way from the bar and various tables, and a group of dockers that Foghorn knows make rude gestures and offers pointed curses.
"You’ve coin, I trust?" the barman says to Trusova when she orders, a hunched dwarf with a woolly beard and a misshapen head.
OOC:
Trusova, please roll Stealth for trying to bring your spear (and presumably crossbow) into the Manky Mermaid innocuously. Anyone else brining in ‘Martial’ weapons needs to do the same. If you want to order beer, roll a d6. That’s the cost in pennies per drink today at the Manky Mermaid.
Back outside, it takes a moment before Banio settles the pint-sized, would-be marauders down. One continues to whack the Dragon-worshipper with a wooden sword as the tall girl, clearly the leader, comes right up to the man.
"We wants real money," she says from beneath long, messy bangs that desperately need cutting, and that hide some of the pock marks on her young face.
"Silver ‘an gold! You got some?"OOC:
Banio, please roll Streetwise or Spot, your choice, along with a +4 bonus.