The party has had other things to think about and jobs to do, but in the back of their minds looms the memory of dark mines and darker motives. Mulahey received his orders from someone named Tazok, and here in Beregost, supposedly at Feldepost's Inn, is another minion by the name of Tranzig.
2. Beregost
The party has had other things to think about and jobs to do, but in the back of their minds looms the memory of dark mines and darker motives. Mulahey received his orders from someone named Tazok, and here in Beregost, supposedly at Feldepost's Inn, is another minion by the name of Tranzig.
As the group approached the town, Stella had spent several minutes outlining their group's finances, outlining major recommended expenditures, primarily for armor and mounts.
She purses her lips to the side and taps her cheek with the end of her pencil, looking down at her notes, still walking backwards. "How long will we be here?" she asks Ajantis and Aldous, pivoting so she's walking forward again. "I've realized my shopping list might actually take a while...I've heard they're one of the best smithies in the region! But I'll try to work out how much we can do with the time we have. We probably shouldn't stay for long. Our...reputation may precede my companions and I," she notes, referring to the assassin incident in Nashkel.
"Diet—" she turns towards Dieter. "Aaand, there he goes, Stella sighs, as Dieter heads towards the Flaming Fist office.
"Well, let's find a place for the carriage and horses, and a safe inn for the night...Aiwë, how is Feldepost's? Or Red Sheaf—?" She cuts off and blushes, realizing Ajantis and Aldous had probably already been through Beregost; they didn't need their bodyguards planning for them. She clears her throat. "Er...My apologies," she says to Ajantis. "I get a bit too caught up with planning sometimes. Where will you be staying? I imagine you'll want us there as well?"
With all the bustle, if he wants to speak with someone Dieter will have to show some assertion.
And he probably liked her.
She nods, then moves to walk alongside the carriage. "How long do you plan for us to stay in Beregost?" she asks Aldous over the sound of hooves, carriage, and busy streets. "Ajantis was telling me it's up to you. It would be good to get supplies and get a good night's rest, but after fighting giant spiders planted by some druidic artisan and with assassins and people who probably know who we are..." She lowers her voice and steps closer. "Not to mention an underling of the one who started the Iron Crisis..." She turns her head to look at Aldous, her eye-stars a worried blue. "What I mean is, we probably shouldn't spend any longer than we really need to. The longer we stay, the more dangerous it will get for all of us."
Rolls
Persuasion (+1, woo!) - (1d20+1)
(8) + 1 = 9
He points out a sturdy building. "I've business there that I must see to. I'll find you all later at the Burning Wizard. Best get rooms there and keep Lord Aldous from leaving. See if you can find something for him to eat."
With that, Ajantis heads off into the crowd, heading for the building he pointed out.
He nods thoughtfully at all her words, then puts a hand to his stomach. "Hmm... I'm far too hungry to worry about assassins! Why don't we... erm." He meets her eyes and gives a half-smile. "...discuss the matter over dinner? I mean, you must be hungry as well. 'Twas a long road, after all, fraught with giants and... and... trees...?" He clears his throat and straightens up. "Ah, what I mean to ask is, might I buy you dinner, Stella? A-and eat it with you, of course. I mean, eat my food. I'd buy you your own." He frowns sheepishly. "I suppose I already said that, didn't I?"
Then, at Dieter's curt reminder of the task, the kid nimbly turns and slips between two busy Flaming Fist guards. "Officer Vai! Officer Vai! That funny-dressed man has toes!" He points back at Dieter.
His scowl returns and, obviously done with this conversation, he enters the building he'd pointed out earlier.
"Hey Lord Silvershield, how'd you come to hire Ajantis? I don't love how he's gone wandering off before you're home."
Or maybe...he was right? Was she here for fame and fortune? Not in the traditional sense, no. But perhaps she was still here because she wanted to be someone. To be acknowledged. To build her own reputation so she could finally stand apart from that of her parents.
The thought bothered her. And...if he were right, would that be bad thing? Her instinct was yes, but...well, her views had been challenged a lot lately.
Stella sighs inwardly, but can't help but smile. "Dinner with you sounds lovely! To the Burning Wizard, then?"
She leans down to a nearby desk to count out a large pile of gold coins. A couple of Flaming Fist mercenaries attempt to approach, but she waves them away.
"Here: 300 gold pieces per toe. Bringing down a giant is no easy feat, much less two. Do you still travel with the companions you had with you outside the Friendly Arm Inn? A pair of half-elves, one darker of skin and one fair. Also the quiet knight, and a tall blacksmith with heavy gauntlets?" Her blue-eyed gaze is intense, but not insincere.