01 Arrival At Dawnsmoor (IC Thread)

"Fair enough. Down Motem. No show now." The beast drops back to all fours with a shake of his head, them plops his hindquarters down on the tavern floor and lets out a animalistic 'hrumph'

"We are hungry travelers, just in this morning. We seek a good hearty meal, that doesn't cost too much, and news of the day, such that might make us fabulously wealthy, or at least, gainfully employed!"

"Feeding us and letting us know where to stay busy and gainfully employed gets us out of your hair and establishment all the quicker." Pomin finally pipes up after looking around the city as he followed the rest.

Pomin nods paying out of the small pouch they had been given with a decent tip for the food, service, and information, "I guess it depends on what the ladies are in the mood to do. That you Sir." Pomin states picking up a bit of food and putting it in front of himself, "After we eat who's up for a small trip over to City Hall?" he asks before eating with surprisingly decent table manners for someone one who spent most of their time in the bush and out abroad scouting for armies.

Nya digs in, happy to let Pomin do the talking and the paying. She raises an amused eyebrow at being described as a lady.

Khurza feels her reluctance wither, for it has been too long since she had a proper meal. Very well. She says plainly, more focused on eating then conversation.

"That sounds like a good plan. Likely that pays better than what Motem and I can make as entertainers." Prong says as she holds our a few cuts of meat and hunk of bread to the owlbear. She puts her 3 silver on the table to pay her share.

"Pomin is my name by the way, I'm done with my contract as a scout for a mercenary group. Looking for something interesting with decent pay, a few good companions, and a bit of fame... like a Gilded Rune would be nice..." he explains when he's not eating before downing his ale. Pomin slides the money for the meal on the table once he's done. "Having a cover for what we're doing isn't a bad idea in case we are doing something a little suspect..." he adds thinking of Prong's comment.

"For example once I have the funds for an instrument I'll take up being a minstrel." he explains.

And what exactly will you do once you have this precious Gilded Rune? Khurza asks skeptically, finishing off her food.

"Only reason you get one, to flaunt it... with my height I'll never honestly be mistaken as a noble but someone of competence in the mercantile business wouldn't be a stretch to assume... or an agent for a mercenary company... Besides swift fingers would always be looking to relieve me of it." he admits realizing it probably sounds a little petty or small in the grander scheme of things as he looks at the three ladies. "Battle Maids for Hire by Pomin..." he adds quietly thinking to himself about the name...

"No...not...that." Prong's expression of disgust at the suggested party name is clear, but she smiles indicating she took it for a joke. "How about...Sunhearts, Moonshifters, Silverhands, Silverguard, Vanguardians?"

Pomin's explanation only seems to raise her skepticism, evident by her raising an eyebrow. Her expression quickly changes to pure confusion at this talk of team names. I want no part in this. She says bluntly. Hesitantly she continues. But...if its what you want, I will allow it.

"Well name pending until we do some great deed and it makes sense. In the meantime I'll just follow you ladies around will you kick ass and I'll write down the names."

As you are all finishing your meal a figure walks in from the street. It takes you a moment to recognize the human scribe who was noting the goods that were being unladen from the Bilge Runner. As he enters, looking quite flushed and out of breath, he scans the room and seems to be quite relieved as his eyes fall upon you all and he comes over to your table.

"Gr....greetings" he says, still seeming to be pretty out of breath. "Thank goodness I found you. My name is Lyle Venderndt. My employer heard that you all....you all helped with the defense of the barge that you arrived on and....would very much like to talk with you all" as he is talking he leans on the back of one of the chairs and you all think there is a fair chance that he wouldn't be standing for long if he wasn't

"Uh... okay breath Venderndt..." Pomin states fanning the man. Hopefully he doesn't pass out, "After the meal we should be able to head over." he looks to the others to see if they're willing.

Prong shrugs her accent to Pomin. "Yeah, take it easy. We aren't in any rush."

What sort of talk? Khurza says with a hint of curiosity.

He takes a few moments to catch his breath before responding to Khurza "My master, Lord Ethanath, is responsible for ensuring all legitimate shipping coming into the city is logged and the proper tariffs are applied. As such he has an interest in anything that may pose a threat to the river traffic and he would like to ask you some questions about the goblins that attacked the vessel you were on"