Easthaven
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Zenithal says nothing more until after they enter and get her a room. He begins heading up the stairs, then sighs and turns around. "I'll do my best to get to the bottom of this; to put an end to all this suffering. Something my grandmother taught me to fight for; the teachings of Ilmater." He turns and continues up the stairs to his room.
"There was a terrible voice - and an awful song. If it really was a god, it was not one who ever took voice lessons. Why, it sounded like a drunken... hmm. What are you looking for, little gnome?"
He walks over to an armor rack and straightens a few leather straps. "It called itself Moop, Lord of the Flame, or some such nonsense."
Zen finds the door propped open, with the elven warrior sitting quietly at a small desk by the window, writing in a leather-bound book - a journal of some sort, perhaps. He notices Zenithral and closes the book, then stands and greets the half-elf in Elvish. "Elen síla lumenn' omentielvo." (A star shines on the hour of our meeting.) Erevain bows formally, then continues in Elvish, "It is good to see one of our kind here. How can I be of assistance to you, friend?"
Rolls
Persuasion - (1d20+4)
(2) + 4 = 6
He pulls out his journal again, but pauses. "Just out of curiousity, where will this expedition be headed?"
The growing crowd of townsfolk began to laugh as Ug pulled the boat onto the shore and began to drag it, (Jed, bottles, and all) across the town. He sees Al and winks at her, "come! Ug has caught an idiot!"
Rolls
Strength check - (1d20+5)
(3) + 5 = 8
"Old Jed is a drunk so we ride in his boat.
All hail, all hail to the plastered old goat!"
When Ug arrives at Pomab's Emporium, he finds that the the trip was quite hard on the boat's hull. It... might no longer be lakeworthy.