IC: An Old man: Actually, he was a drunkard who's family was killed by a tribe of goblins few years back. He was once part of the Imperial Guards. After they died, he began drinking. Now on average drinks 3 barrels o' ale a week.
IC: *grumble* Clerics... the god of bartenders better reward us for this sacrifce, if we end up being unable to cover our bill due to a certain generosity...
Anyway, let's hit the road!
IC: *grumble* Clerics... the god of bartenders better reward us for this sacrifce, if we end up being unable to cover our bill due to a certain generosity...
Anyway, let's hit the road!
IC:
(assuming Kan' follows you guys but hasen't talked because he's on a slight hangover.)
*The party asks the town crier to point the Mayor's house.*
Town Crier: THE MAYOR'S HOUSE IS THE LONELY HOUSE IN THE CITY'S NORTH-EAST CORNER.
*The Party walk's up to the mayors house. It took you a whole 5 minutes to get there.
Putting on your armor and packing your inventory took you a full hour. Its now the begining of the afternoon and the sun is intense.*
*There is 2 well armed guards that are standing in front of the mayor's house doors.
They are talking and notice the party, they look at you guys, still doing minor ajustements on your armor and looking somewhat unprepared for all that is happening, and quickly go back to their conversation. paying little attention to you.*
IC:
[steps up to the gaurds]
Howdy there!
I'm Glappo, representative of the newly formed Elminster's Errand Squad, we're wondering if we could talk to the mayor about some employment oppurtunities for an hungry young group like ours.
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