LMoT- Nightal 27-28, 1491

Nightal 27, 1491

Weather report: strong winds and freezing temps greet you as you wake.

The day is yours.

Bebaral heads down to enjoy himself some breakfast.

Gu’long walks downstairs and asks the innkeeper, I know that goblins tend to put you non-goblins ill at ease, but my friend and I desire to eat. Would you mind if we ate some breakfast here? Perhaps at that table over there?

He points to the table near the fireplace, since it is cold.

He was never used to the cold, being taken from normal clan life at an early age to serve Bargrivyek.

Toblen Stonehill considers Gu’lorg’s request only briefly, After what you all have done for us then I don’t see why many people would have reason to be concerned. Enjoy your food and let me know if you need anything else.

Gu’lorg warmly thanks the man, retrieves Droop’lorg, and they eat an assortment of breakfast meats and whatever else the place offers for morning meal.

You are almost through your breakfast when I rush downstairs as I finish to tie my leather jacket. I go straight to the innkeeper and ask for a loaf of bread, some cheese and fresh fruits to take away, putting 2 silvers and my waterskin on the counter. Then I look for Bebaral, knowing that we were supposed to meet here, go to him and propose that I introduce him to Gu'lorg and his new friend.

Spark easily spots both Bebaral and Gu'lorg in the Inn's common area enjoying their breakfasts.

Ah Yes, good morning. Bebaral stands and moves with sparks A bit late in the morning for you? I wasn't sure if you were going to wake.

— Yesterday has been rough, I had trouble finding sleep, and even more leaving it... I answer with a hoarse voice that matches my physical condition. I feel like gob... kobold shit. Anyway, here's one of those who were beside me when we fought yesterday: meet Gu'lorg of Bargrivyek. I say just as we arrive at Gu'lorg's table.

Spark, my friend! Good to see you up!

Gu’lorg stands up and takes his friend’s hand warmly.

You remember our new friend, Droop’lorg? He will be accompanying us along our path to improve this world.

Gu’lorg looks to the halfling man.

Greetings, my new friend! I am certain that the gods have put us on this path together!

I am Gu’lorg, booyagh of the great Bargrivyek, hobgoblin lord of honor and chivalry. This is my companion, Droop’lorg, my newest faithful friend.

What is your name?

Greetings, I'm bebaral, Magic scholar, am i to assume Spark's, talked to you lot this past night?

Gu’lorg’s ears wiggle and his head bobs up and down.

No, we have not spoken to Spark since we separated yesterday afternoon or so.

What is going on?

Oh! I'm sorry. I'm looking for keen eyed accompaniments to help me explore some areas of magical interest. Bebaral Motions to the chair for the acknowledgement to sit down. May I?

Gu'lorg gestures with his hand for the halfling to sit at the table. I, too, have interest in magics and magical items. They seem to be rare in this place. Droop'lorg and I will definitely follow you, assuming there will be a share in any loot and knowledge/information.

He turns to his goblin friend. Bargrivyek horthaan or keklaan't dhuul duun daagaan daan khraal duun huun. Taan?

Bebaral hops up onto the seat. Fantastic, I have word that theres something of interest over by Old Owl Well. That should prove to give us a good start hopefully. As for shared knowledge, I don't mind, I'm working with a professor from Neverwinter so it shouldn't be to big of a problem to share some knowledge.

He shifts a little to get more comfortable. Now my hopes is that your more perceptive then our friend, I'm afraid that there may be others seeking this knowledge for nefarious means.