Thread: [DnD 5e] Homebrew high fantasy fun in Etindra!

The influx of responses was encouraging and Haze addressed the questions all at once. You are of course welcome to come with me to make the appointment. You all are. Governor Matisse is a busy man, but he always makes time for travelers willing to help. To the Dragonborn, she chuckled. Haha, the Big Boar Salad is a large salad served with three skewers of grilled Wild Boar meat and a savory horseradish dressing. And I don't know why it's called Elven Whispers.. persumably to invoke a sense of mystery. But I have never been inside. It's a.. well, let's just say your gold doesn't last long when you visit. I have heard of many nobles spending more at Elven Whispers than they would on six months worth of food for their estates. His attempt and mix-up of several common sayings brought another chuckle to her lips, but she only nodded in agreement. Dalren's questioning was definitely to the point, and hit the matter at hand directly on it's metaphorical head. Yes, I have been monitoring this town for several weeks now, though most of my observations have come from those I trained as scouts. It hasn't been until recently that I've been able to see the suffering with my own eyes. She took note of the companions he mentioned and spoke up to avail his worries. If you have the supplies, tell the Proprietor at Good Earth that I have sent you. He will be grateful for the assistance. He only has two employees, and they are his own son and daughter. They have been working tirelessly for weeks to treat the people of this town and supply the newcomers with aid, but he is fighting a losing battle and since he is not magically gifted, he must rely on what the land provides. I cannot speak for his children, but I know if you present yourself as an ally he will gladly welcome you. I do not know how this will impact the various peddlers of natural cures and herbs at the market, but hopefully with more healers on hand it will dissuade the Black Market racketeers from getting rich on their snake oil schemes. And yes, Bertha is the woman to speak to for shipping and long-distance messages. She has various services on hand of both magical and non-magical means. The male gnome spoke up then, from near the back of the group and Haze found herself smiling more than usual at him. It was always nice to see another of her kind out in the world, but it made her miss home. Still, this one was pleasant, even if he did have an odd habit of staring too long. It is my pleasure and my duty. I cannot expect you to care for a city if you know nothing about it's people and it's struggles. I have only learned of the situation recently myself, so there are still undercurrents that even I am unaware of. As Haze answered questions a desperate family caught Rini's attention. The father was ashamed that he needed to seek help for his family, but they hadn't eaten in a day and had been too afraid to sleep the night before. It was with tears in his eyes that he accepted the redhead's generosity, and following his example, the man's wife and children did as well. The berries, while small, were the most nourishing and delicious things the family had eaten in days. The coin was also appreciated, but it was the berries more than anything else that they were grateful for. Each person that Rini helped gave her the same look of hope and salvation. Now that the questions were dying off, Haze marched forward to the gate house in the distance. Those who followed her might note the rigorous way in which she held herself or the level of respect she seemed to command out of the Governor's Guards. The guard inside the gatehouse stood at attention while Haze approached. Afternoon Miss Snowzapper, what can we do for you today? When Haze spoke with him, her words were precise and to the point. These travelers are requesting an audience with Governor Matisse. I'm here to make sure that happens. The guard bent and checked a board hanging just inside the gatehouse door. He has an opening in two hours. I'll write you in. Thanks. I'll see you in an hour and a half then. With the appointment scheduled, she turned toward the group. Well, we have an hour and a half. I suppose you're free to go about your own business and we'll meet back here. It wasn't a question. As the group moved back toward Market Street, she made a suggestion. The Verdant Leaf can be a good source of information. We can head there if you like. I won't have time to do another patrol before our audience and I would prefer to stay somewhat near the estate. Not every part of town is as nice as this one. As the group moved slowly from Governor's Circle back into Market Street, many of the hollow faces turned away. Those with too much pride to beg or too defiant to ask for help held their gazes stalwart against the charity-givers. But not everyone shared the same notions. Many children peeked out from behind skirts and pants with hungry eyes and hopeful hearts. Some of the younger ones even ran about, playing with each other in the road as though they had been lifelong friends. One group of children didn't seem to care about the travelers and played tag and chased each other into and around the people lingering or walking in the road. One child no taller than Dalren's waist tripped and plunged headfirst into the Holy Man. The boy quickly brushed himself off and apologized at least a dozen times in accented Common before scampering away to catch his buddies. Another child darted between Marius' legs and blew raspberries at an older girl who appeared to be monitoring the kids. The teenage girl huffed in frustration and chased after the child who was using Marius as a barrier. She was pretty in a homely sort of way, but could do with a bath and new clothes. The child poked her head around Marius left side and then his right, teasing the teenager. Just as the older girl lunged to grab a wrist, the child burst into laughter and ran away further down the street. The teenage girl cursed and righted herself, but as she did so, the sun glimmered off of something shiny between her fingers. Somewhere in the group, a noise was uttered and the teenage girl startled, dropped the coin and dashed off into the throng of homeless lining the streets. Two copper pieces lay on the street by Marius' feet. As the rest of the children play their way through the group of travelers, four of them bump into or otherwise momentarily distract one person each Rini, Aradis, Heather and Roland. Two of them manage successful bump and grabs on their marks Heather and Roland, but not without Dalren noticing the attempts. The only attempt witnessed by everyone is the child who tries, and fails to pickpocket Aradis. Just as quickly as the children appeared, they vanish into the crowd. Some have gotten away with loot, while others slipped up and escaped empty-handed. Three copper coins lay on the ground by Aradis' feet. Six more silver ones are scattered in a three foot line away from Rini.