Salvation Outpost - Chapter 2

You didn't decide that yet? I left you in tavern to. I've never been to Salvation have no idea what are the options.
dwarf don't even try to hide his frustration about absence of the decision.
I'm good with any plan even if it is "go and act according to the circumstances". When?

Vice uses the message cantrip to secretly talk to Kleber. "Looks like the party came to us, shall we join the dance, or try and sit this one out?"

Peldan glanced around the tavern, his attention pulled to the commotion caused by the group of warforged soldiers entering the establishment. The tension in the room was palpable as the lead warforged announced their search for a band of thieves, accompanied by a changeling driving a black lightning cart. The inn's patrons hastily averted their gazes, avoiding any potential involvement in the matter.

Caught in the midst of this unexpected turn of events, Peldan's mind raced with thoughts of the impending danger and the impact it could have on his own plans. The atmosphere became heavy with uncertainty as the warforged soldiers positioned themselves strategically, barring the tavern's entrance.

Fauntleroy, ever the diplomat, attempted to defuse the situation with his characteristic charm and quick thinking. Peldan observed as the bartender addressed the warforged captain, extending a warm welcome while subtly conveying that the patrons had no information to offer. The captain, undeterred, advanced towards Fauntleroy with an air of menace.

Peldan's heart pounded in his chest as he considered his next move. The situation presented a dilemma. On one hand, he yearned for the adventure that awaited him outside the safety of the inn's walls. On the other hand, the specter of danger loomed large in the form of the warforged captain and his soldiers.

Taking a deep breath, Peldan mustered his resolve. He couldn't let fear dictate his actions. The opportunity to prove his worth, both to himself and to those around him, beckoned. With a steady voice, he addressed the warforged captain, hoping to defuse the tension and assert his own presence.

"Excuse me," Peldan interjected, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere. "While I understand your pursuit, I can assure you that my fellow patrons and I have no knowledge of the thieves you seek. We are simply travelers passing through, seeking respite and camaraderie."

Peldan's eyes met the unyielding gaze of the warforged captain, his tone respectful yet resolute. He couldn't back down now, not when his own desire for adventure burned within him. Whether it was seen as an act of defiance or an act of cooperation, Peldan hoped his words would pave the way for a peaceful resolution and perhaps even earn him a modicum of respect in the eyes of those present.

If 37 could sigh, this would be the time. Peldan did the one thing you don't do when attempting to go unnoticed...

He made himself noticed.

Which was worse, because the party actually was who the warforged were looking for. And so, silently, 37 runs the list of available options for when things get worse.

SheK is feeling very unsettled and has the feeling that violence is going to be needed. She looks to Vice and Kleber for reactions. The thoughts to be next to the Captain and pounding on him strikes her mind. That is her thoughts on entertainment.

Kleber turns his back and hunches down near the machine crab as the Warforgeds pass by. He was wondering what to do when Vice's voice enters his mind, making the ranger's hand subtly twitch..

"Doubt we can leave this one out. Either try very hard to convince them or tell me when to charge in and put a bolt between their brow."

He reponded, discreetly drawing one of his repeating crossbows and gesturing to Bafrag to prepare himself.

With an arcane word and a wave of her hand she touches Kleber, he now has guidance. She follows this up with getting her warhammer to her hands. She whispers as she stands next to him, "We must end them before they can report." She gives the okay to attack and obviously she has his back.

She can well feel her breast plate she always wears but misses not having her shield at the moment as it is attached on her backpack. But soon she can fix that as she terribly prefers not to be damage too much. Healing is such a pain.Note: Deleted the copy that the system made. Gesh.

Peldan's heart raced as the warforged captain's gaze locked onto him, his words carrying an undercurrent of threat. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon Peldan, knowing that his response could shape the outcome.

Despite his fear, Peldan refused to succumb to intimidation. He straightened his posture, summoning his inner strength to meet the warforged captain's challenging gaze with determination. This was his moment to stand firm and protect the sanctity of the tavern.

Gathering his courage, Peldan's voice rang out, filled with a mix of defiance and resolve. "You may think your threats can sway us, but this place is a haven of peace and camaraderie. We won't allow you to disrupt it. Now leave this place at once and let us be."

Bafrag reach his backpack for a shiny Half Plate, exhales, put it back and only takes a shield, then does something quickly with his screwdriver which actives something on the belt. A ligh blue shining surrounds dwarf and he nods Kleber. His metal crab activates and stand still right behind him. Finally he nods to Kleber demonstrating he is ready

SheK has time and arms herself with a shield.

Provided Peldan observes the continued preparations being made by the others (Bafag and SheK), he too will turn his head and "cough" the Arcane words necessary to activate his own "armor of shadows" while making the prerequisite semantic gestures while moving his hand to cover his mouth. He is prepared to respond should either one of the warforged or one of his patrons decide to act out in aggression.