Ye Juggling Orc Inne

The dwarf chuckled at the youths reply. “That may be so but I have no doubt you lads know this city better that most adults. This coin and its partner will go to the lad that can find this Marta, mother of Nicolai for me first. I’ll be waiting… ” Feldard glanced about a moment and then pointed to the nearest Inn, “there at that Inn.”

Stephan followed Feldard’s gaze to the inn. A sign depicted an orc juggling a variety mugs, steins and goblets filled with various libations. It appropriately read Ye Juggling Orc Inne. “Da. Looks good to me.” He hefted his bag making ready to go but waiting on group consensus. “We can also ask inside about Marta. And look, they have some outdoor tables. Spring is in the air and we can watch for the lads’ return.”

“Very well,” Hasan agreed, reluctantly. The elf watched as seven youth fanned out in different directions.

As the group headed into the inn, Ludo decided that his day would be better spent getting supplies. He turned to Maruc, I am going to gather some supplies, arrows and such like, I will meet you one hour before dusk in the inn. I will also look for Nicolai’s family. Perhaps Arthol the guardsman will know her. Nicolai was a rogue after all, thus his family might be known to the law in this town. I might head down to the Hook and Hatchet and do some investigating.”

Maruc nodded to Ludo, who then headed off into the crowd blending into the throng of people. The prient then followed the others into the tavern and ordered up an ale. He sat on the table with his back to the wall. If anyone was going to locate Marta with speed and subtly, Ludo would. He watched Miklos book rooms and eye’d the locals for suspicious actions.

Miklos passed a few coins to the barman and booked rooms for the night and a hot meal. “I am looking for the Filandov family. Have you heard of whereabouts they live?” he asked.

Ye Juggling Orc Inne was bustling with activity. There were over twenty patrons occupying spots inside and out.

He summoned the waiter, a slender, man who approached the group gingerly. “A flagon of your finest ale for the dwarf, who is king of the street children. Your coolest white grapewine for me. Right away, now!” The elf slouched in a chair and waited for the news to trickle back. A skinny youth wearing an orc mask was doing some juggling to entertain inn’s patrons and draw in passersby. It would be five hours until nightfall.

Feldard watched as the kids scattered to their task, then followed the elf to the Inn, smiling as the elf knew him well enough to order an ale for him. Feldard sat down across from Hasan. He glanced about the room before settling his eyes on the slouching elf. “Don’t worry Hasan! I doubt we’ll be here more than a night or so, if that. I suspect Miklos already has notions as to where the quest leads next.”

Ludo wandered around the market street, picking up the occasional supplies as he came across them, after the riverboat fight he was in desperate need for some arrows and a few extra strongs for his bow would also come in handy. He felt quite safe as he explored the town centre. He doubted Golthar would try anything in broad daylight. As the afternoon wore on, he made his way to the Hook and Hatchet to see if Arthol had finished his shift. It was time to make some enquiries.

* * * * *

After a couple of hours passed, one of the youths raced through the crowded streets and over to the dwarf.

“Sir dwarf!” he excitedly said. “Am I the first to return? Aye! I have found her. She was livin‘ in the slums on Fogor Isle, but now she be over on the Mainland proper. I can take ye to her if ye wish.”

* * * * *

Ludo entered the Hook and Hatchet Inn. It was filling up as the town guardsmen were all coming off of their day shift and going out to get their fill of food and drink.

“You again?” grunted Arthol as the rogue approached him. “And just what do you be wantin’?” he asked crossing his large arms and rolling his one good eye.

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8 responses to “Ye Juggling Orc Inne

  1. 3:40pm, Lunadain, the 6th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Moderately cloudy, calm

    Maruc: 10xp
    Miklos: 10xp
    Feldard: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 24,075/48000
    Miklos: 24,045/40000
    Feldard: 24,330/34000
    Hasan: 23,445/32000
    Stephan: 23,365/32000
    Ludo: 22,900/40,000

  2. Maruc

    “Did you get anything out of the barman?” asked the priest swallowing a mouthful of bitter ale.

  3. miklosdostevar

    The mage shrugged. “All he was interested in was taking money. I have a couple of rooms for tonight for us. Come closer.” He hunched in and spoke in a low voice. “I’m getting the impression that Sherlane does not have as tighter fist on this town as he’d have us believe. Nicolai had a knowledge and history with the Iron Ring. He came from here and he was not that old, so I cannot believe he spent that much time in other cities. It would be safe to assume his experience of them stemmed from his time here. It would not surprise me that Golthar, who we know has some kind of arrangement with the ‘Ring’, is seeking aid here. Both leads seem to point to the direction of the poorer quarter of this town.” Miklos sipped his wine. It was better than he expected. “It is a shame we didn’t see where Golthar landed.” he added.

  4. Maruc

    “I’d gamble a font full of wine that the quarter you are referring to is Frogor Isle.” Maruc stood up walked to the bar and looked at the barman. “You chose to ignore my friends question. If you dismiss my question you may regret your rudeness. What an you tell me of the folk and nature of the Isle yonder?”

  5. Feldard

    (I suspect we’ve got a bit of time descrepancy between Feldard/Hasan and Miklos/Maruc and poor Ludo on his own)

    Feldard grinned at the news from the young boy. “Good work lad! Yes, I’ll be wanting to be shown where she lives.” Feldard glanced about with a frown. The party hadn’t regrouped yet – Ludo was still not back. “Hasan, I’m going to grab Maruc and go with the kid to see where Marta lives. Can you wait here with Miklos for Ludo to return… with any luck he’ll have the same information and we’ll meet up there. You folk walk so much faster than I.”

  6. Stephan

    “And what of me, Dwarf!” Stephan barked. “Are you not going to direct me to have another ale?” The woodsman leaned back and noisily crossed his feet on the table. “I can stay here and test the stoutness of this table while you and Maruc go it alone to the slum island.”

  7. Ludo

    After collecting some supplies Ludo walks to the Hook and Hatchet.

    Ludo placed a tankard on the table for Arthol. My thanks to you Sergeant, you professionalism does you and your command proud. By taking us to the Court you quickly allowed my friends and I to voice our warnings in public and to allow you and the town to be on guard against this evil magic user. Mark my words he will bring nothing but trouble to Threshold. However if I could be so bold to ask a further favour from you, could you direct me to a the mother of a fallen comrade of mine, I seek to return her sons remains to her as a final request. I know she lives here in Threshold but not where. She needs to know her son has passed on, fighting against evil, so that he can be honoured. My fallen comrades name is Nicolai Filandov and his mothers name is Marta. I would be greatful for some information.

    If Ludo gets the address he thanks Arthol and will make his way to the Inn.

  8. Hasan

    Hasan watched Feldard and Maruc depart, and Miklos and Stephan kick up their heels onto the table and drink deeply from the cups. The elf followed the dwarf and human out the door, but kept a discrete bowshot behind the odd couple. He watched as they followed a young, ragged boy that looked to have seen about 11 summers down the small side street, Duck’s Back Way. The street’s stones were slick the villagers’ watery offal, waste and excess, but the elf’s footfalls were sure and silent, even as foottraffic diminished.

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