Episode 1: A Helping Hand

"I guess so..." Haesh says to Tordek. "What do you go by?"

"... and yes I did go by the shop... The guys who runs it is a big oaf. He tried to overcharge me for a lamp and some candles... He wanted 30 gold! 30 gold! Can you believe that? I could go without ever seeing that buffoon ever again!"

"Well, shall we?" Jandral asks, then heads out the front door.

Daresouk blinks at Parallel. "Eh? Of course I'm open, ya daft! I just ain't about ta let no uppity lunk smash me wares! Wait here while I get the guard, then!"

At this early morning, you all are the only ones on the street in this vicinity.

Haesh stops for a few seconds....

His face becomes a little red and he exclaims, "I think I can hear that oaf outside right now!"

Haesh begins to head towards the door saying loudly to himself, "Oh, he has no idea who he is messing with!"

Coming upon the commotion outside, Jandral steps in. "Good morning to you, master dwarf! Perhaps I may be of assistance?"

"The name'a Tordek, of the clan Goruun. And yes, I do think we best be on our way." He starts following Jandrel out the door.

Upon hearing the irritation in his voice, Tordek grabs the back of Haesh's chain mail. "Hold up there, lad. It might not be for the best to be getting in a scrap before our journey's even begun. Just let it go and we'all be on our way to the ship."

Haesh looks back at Tordek obviously irritated, but at the sound of Tordek's words and voice decides that maybe Tordek is right. Haesh's face soften's a little and he says, "Fine, but if he starts something then don't expect that I won't finish it."

With that, Haesh takes a deep breath to try to compose himself and steps out the door a few moments after Jandral.

Daresouk looks up at Jandral. "Huh, maybe," he says, voice taking on a softer volume. "I'm looking for a miscreant what broke my glass. If ye seen a big human about that high?" The dwarf points at Rhodrick. "If not, be a good citizen and fetch the guard while I tend to this fellow here," he continues, indicating Parallel.

"A miscreant, you say? Perhaps it was merely a misunderstanding. A matter that can be settled without involving the constabulary?"

"Certainly!" says the dwarf. "The fella owes me 25 gold for the hourglass! I was willing ta forgive 'n forget his clumsiness, but he durn run off like a coward!"

"Excellent! Do you have a basket I can use while I gather the things I need?"

He quickly approaches Daresouk, claps an arm around his shoulders and walks him to the shop.

"I sure hope you have what I need. I'm a writer, you see, about to embark on an adventure at sea, and I need supplies to document our journey..."

Hopefully they make it to the door without incident.

Golwen raises an eyebrow at the "coward" comment and quickly glances back toward the Inn then back at the dwarf. Seeing Parallel start to lead the blustering shopkeep back toward his establishment, the Elf relaxes a bit but remains on guard in case Haesh heard the comment and comes barreling out into the street.

Perception

Just a few steps behind Parallel, Rhod quickly catches up and holds his belt pouch out in front of the halflings eyes. He gives it a quick shake so Parallel and the shopkeep can hear the tinkle of the coins inside.

"Here, mate, you remember this little scamp. Do me a favor and purchase a healer's kit from our good master dwarf here. I'll check in on the provisions you were asking about. There should be enough to add a little extra for the time and trouble he's been through today."

Rhod drops the pouch expecting Parallel to not let good coin touch the ground and turns back the other party members in the street.

"Ahoy, there! Is that another crewmate we've picked up? Lads, I've just got word that our gracious chef offered to send us on our way with some extra victuals. Any square meal we can get before the ship's mess is reduced to hardtack and water should be counted a blessing!"

He waves his arms back towards the inn as he passes them.

Parallel deftly catches the money pouch, "Sure thing,'mate'."

He whistles as he looks through the wares, finding what he needs and dropping them into a small basket.

He brings his purchases to the dwarf, saying, "My friend would also like a healing kit -- do you have something already assembled, or should I look around for the various parts and make it myself?""What's the damage, boss? By the way, I don't mean to tell you how to run your business, but all this broken stuff lying around doesn't exactly instill a sense that you carry durable and quality goods..." He puts on his most innocent face for that last comment.