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"Where ya from piano man?" *Toby approached, pipe in hand, backpack lazily hanging on one shoulder, his goggles raised on his forehead* "I ain' heard such a fine rendition o' the Whistlin' Gypsy since leavin the shores o' the mainland." *he nodded to Egan with a grin* "Maybe ya can spell out how much ya love miss Bri in alphabet dumplings, eh? Ya know, mix your loves?"

Well that would certainly explain it then, I heard the song while I was in Waterdeep and spent a few nights learning it from a bard there. Then he looked to Egan, waiting to see what is response to the verbal jab would be with a small half-smile, half-smirk on his face.

Dearest mayor, hinizens, and whomever it may concern;

First of all, greetings and salutations! You may have seen me wandering about the land surrounding Bendir Dale or within the gates. I'm often wandering about in my simple brown robes. I drafted this notice to volunteer myself as the local grimwarder of the Black Hound and the Lord of the Earth.

If given this opportunity, I would see to blessing and maintaining the burial sites in the Bendir Dale cemetary (Though I have, admittedly, already been beginning to do such), and, hopefully, be given authority to give prayer to the Black Hound if ever new construction is to begin within our hin home. Of course, as duty requires, I will also help in protecting the folk from menaces such as the dark elves, the goblinoids that roam about, and kobolds, as well as other threats.

Sincerely yours, Bendir Dale,
Roscoe Burrows
Priest of He Who Must Be

(Also, I do apologize if this notice seems odd. I am more accustomed to drafting genealogies than notices of my arrival.)

*a small addition is added underneath*

He has my support. Belladonna

*a note is added beneath Bella's*

Good fer the Dale. I says okkie.

Egan

*Egan then made the two N's in Bella's name into a simple funny face*

*Egan listens to the exchange between Toby and Vastiel*

Heh...alphabet soup...there may be a market fer at...good, healthy, and some learnin fer the kids...hmmm?

*Egan dips his quill in the ink and looks for Tobi's ever-present Goggles and paints them black while The Bard and Toby talk about Waterdeep*

Lyle's note is tacked below Egan's.

Be happy to have you aboard. Construction is actually postponed for the moment, however. If you have any suggestions about the cemetery, I'd like to hear them. If you also have any questions about the resident hostiles in the Dale, just ask.

-Lyle Torrowfire,
Priest of Selune

The back door to the inn opens, and a small (even for a hin) female with pale skin and currently-dyed red hair walks in, boots up to the thigh and a large-plumed hat on her head. She looks around, smiling to see Egan and Toby nearby, and heads to where Egan's sitting, saying loudly, "What's that you're doing, Egan?" ...spoiling a prank accidentally-- as per usual. She then sits next to him.

"Waterdeep, now there's a town. 'ow many inns and drunks spot 'at city? Mischief ta be 'ad on nearly every corner..."*Toby noted the door open infront of him then turned to follow Bri's announcement and chuckled* " 'ey! Egan, I need those ta keep the rock dust from my bullets outa me eyes! Make sure ya leave the glass parts uninked, eh? Good eyes Bri!" *Toby grinned wide at the thought put into the prank. he let out a chuckle as well that it was Bri of all people that brought his attention to the prank playing out on the table behind him*

*smiles at Toby and then looks with a pained glance at Bri*

Thanks Love...I were jus paintin "Toby the Mad Cow killer" on his goggles.

*calls out to Fendel to bring a round of drinks to the Bard as he quickly wipes the lenses clean*

Oye piano man..ya know any tunes about betrayel?
*chuckles*

Briar grimaces as she realizes she has yet again ruined one of Egan's pranks, and looks at him sheepishly. "Brando for sure hates me guts by now..." She sits and looks chagrined.

"...Sorry, love," she says quietly to Egan, turning pink and lowering the brim of her hat to try and hide the blush. She holds up two fingers to Fendel, figuring she'd better at least buy some drinks for all of that.

"oi! Egan, she may jus' make an honest Hin outa ya yet!" *grinned an returned to his conversation.* "so what brings ya this far from Waterdeep ta a lil Hin establishment near the west end o' civilization?"

Having been sitting back, enjoying the "show" and the good nature of the hin, he chuckled at Egan's question. That I do, that I do. Then turning to Toby he answered, Well I'm a merchant of sorts, you see, and I know of no place to find better hospitality in all the Realms while I search for a good business venture, than among the Hin.

Then, looking between Egan, Toby and Briar he asks, Egan, Toby, aren't you going to introduce us? Glancing again to Briar.

She'd smile and see if they comply, fully prepared to introduce herself.

*Egan's eyes brighten and he grins*
Oh...heh...this be me lady love...Briar. She be a treasure ter me sure enough...an as Toby says...she be tryin ter make an honest hin of me.
*Eyes twinkle as he speaks about her*
An yer a merchant ya say? We, me an Briar, be merchants of sorts as well...wha ya deal in?
*grins*
Aside from songs 'bout deep betrayals *eyes Briar and Toby with a warm grin* and whistlin gypsies...?

At the introduction, Vastiel smiles warmly, A pleasure to meet you, Briar. Then inclining his head, Vastiel Ostaur.

After Egan's question he lets out a bit of a chuckle, These days it does seem to be mostly bawdy tavern songs, but in the past I've mostly dealt in the trading of building materials. Really though I like to think I've an eye for just about any good business venture and of late, I've been thinking I might try my hand at the tavern business.

After a moments pause, glancing between the three hin, What do you think? Is there much opportunity for such on the isle? Any local watering holes that could use some new blood or some cleaning up?

*Another notice has been tacked next to the original.
Dear fellow citizens of the Dale,
By chance, Bella and myself have had the opportunity to speak with a Formian representative.
We would like to call for a town meeting to address the contents of this meeting.
This concerns the peace and safety of our home.

Prescia Gemfinder

Quote:

Fellow Hin,
There have been reports of tremors towards the North-western parts of our borders. The possibility that it is caused by Formian movement is high, based on some eyewitness reports. We also cannot disclude the possibility of another Urdlen incursion.

I urge of of you, fellow hin, to join me in investigating this matter, and protect our home from future threats.

Prescia Gemfinder

Already have been and I am willing to join my efforts with yours.
~Toby

Though not one of you fine folk by blood, it would be my pleasure to aid in any way I can, in return for the warm hospitality I've received here.

- Vastiel Ostaur

As long as its not those bloody mole things again. I will look into it.

-Belladonna

Sign me up.

-Lyle

Well I'm not the best fighter but... I REALY WANNA SEE WHATS HAPPENING!

-Bido

All interested parties, please state your next availability and we shall set forth into the (not so) wilds.

//Please state times in GMT. I'm available this week
Monday GMT 0200-1800
Tuesday 1000-1800
Wednesday 1200-1800
Thursday 0200-1800
Friday 0000-0400

// mon: 16:30-22:00
tue: 16:30-18:00
wed: 16:30-22:00
thu: 16:30-22:00
fri: 16:30-23:00
sat: 13:10-00:00
sun: 00:00- 22:00

Monday is a complete no go for me, Tuesday, if its in the evening gmt posisbly. Any day after is just fine at any reasonable hour I can stay awake/get up at

//GMT
Monday 0000-1100
Tuesday 0600-1100 TBC
Wednesday 0600-1100
Thursday 0500-1100
Friday 0500-1100

Hin come first though, I'll just tag along if I can

I am afraid I can no longer make it, my brothers are leaving once more to discover more lands and I dare not stay withoout them

-Bido

// just got my Elfling Approved so she'll tage along instead

*written in flowing elven handwriting*
I may not have known this place long however my bow and I shall accompany you all on this endevour

-Pilineth N'sa of Winya

//GMT -6
Monday: 18:00-01:00
Tuesday: 18:00-01:00
Wednesday: 18:00-01:00
Thursday: ((Can't this Thursday, buddy of mine is turning 25))
Friday: 18:00-01:00
Saturday: 10:00-03:00
Sunday: 10:00-16:00, 18:00-01:00

"Nice t'meet ya, Vastiel," Briar smiles and tips her hat.

She'd think over his question. "There's slummy holes all over this place, ha. The Long and the Short's a bit borin' inside--- that's in Cordor. Wharftown's got the Shanty, and it's an appropriate name... Feller named Jack in Cordor been startin' something up too, seen his signs about. Jack Tesilient or somethin' like tha? Could try and hook up wit' him."

She'd take her ales brought over and hand one off to Egan, "here, love, peaceofferin." And take a drink of hers.

*posted in the town hall, the hin inn, on the gates (inside and out), given to Jayek and the guards so all might know of its contents. Its written in an elegant hand.*

All of you here abouts know me or have heard of me. My name is Belladonna, I have lived my life in the wilds and called Bendir my home for many years now.

I have met with a representative of the local formian colony and have ensured a peace between those of the halfling community and the colony itself. They are not interested in harming anyone who is not looking to harm them.

I beseech each and everyone of you that calls Bendir our home and has a love for the halfling way of life to leave the formian colony in peace and to offer none of them violence or harm of any kind.

I have given my word that we will not offer them harm and that my own life may be forfeit if such is broken.

To any of you that read this I urge you, please spread the word. Do not even go near the colony for the sake of our own people.

Belladonna

*A new notice is tacked up next to the original*

//Rescheduling for town meeting. Preferably if Bobo and/or Sauce can be present to oversee.

"Some fella named Lyle looks to be in charge o' the construction projects 'ere in the Dale, if'n ye wish to lend your aid in 'at" *Toby chimes in, as he makes his way over to the table*

The sound of new born infants crying could be heard last eve as two new Lightfoots were introduced to the world. Word spreading quickly through town that Nina and Peter's twins, Lilith Meadowlark-Thorrow followed shortly by Ian Meadowlark-Thorrow, had arrived successfully following an agonizing labor. All through out the following days as Nina recovers, Peter and occasionally herself can be seen taking turns keeping an eye on the children as the other goes down to the Inn proper to visit with their friends and townsfolk.

He ponders the new information, absently rubbing his chin in thought for a moment.

Well, Cordor's not quite what I was hoping for, but this "Wharftown" sounds interesting. I take it the cart service runs supplies there too?

Then after Toby's comment, Aye, I'd heard about that, but I can't imagine that there would be need for another inn or tavern here, with Fendel here doing such a good job at running this place.

// Can do. I'll get my availability up tomorrow.

//I should be available any time but Tues. 6-10 pst and Saturday. Weekends have gotten busy for me

*Reads the letters and takes down those posted on the gates. Keeping one he tosses the other in the waste bin as he heads into the tavern, leaving all other notices up.*

Maybe I ought ta share what I've spoken ta 'at Formian abou' *Toby comments to no one in particular* I wonder if 'em lasses know what I do yet.

*smiles and takes the Ale from Briar...a quick kiss then looks to Vastial*
There also be the pub up in Gulderand...an the one in Uhm. Ya ever go ter the Storyweaver?
*eyes the builder bard as he sips on his ale*

*Egan grumbles*
Damn...I ent got but one honey comb left! How I gonna make me Honey glazed roast beast..?

*egan lets Cindle know how to get a hold of him and Briar*
Jus let us know lass...we'll attend.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
//I am a no go on Tuesday and Thursday night. I have parent conferences that go late.

//Can be available (-8 GMT) at 5 on most of the rest of the week.

//How about Wednesday 1800 GMT?

//Wouldn't be able to make it. Can it get pushed back to 00:00 GMT? That would be 6pm CST which is more reasonable for us yanks with full time jobs.

Crow, recently making his camp back in the Dale, reads the notice.
The memory of Forestsong and his recent capture by the Formians fresh in his mind.
He nods in agreement as he ponders the fact that they are now communicating with others as well.
He rubs his temple, the voice intrusions silent for the time being, and moves to the well to fill his waterskins with the sweet Dale water.

Either time on Wednesday would be ayes from me. Though to the later it would mean me having to try and power nap

But its doable.

DustSpray101 wrote:

//Wouldn't be able to make it. Can it get pushed back to 00:00 GMT? That would be 6pm CST which is more reasonable for us yanks with full time jobs.

I could do as Dusty says (4pm PST-for me)...I might be a few minutes late, and owe some hardcore laundry time to the wife...but doable. :wink:

edit time clarification

//That making it Thursday GMT 0000, sounds aight to me.

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Briar reads over the notices and sees this one.

"Another town meetin'," she says under her breath. "Think I'll be off in Wiltun that day, 'less Egan wants t'see me cause another damned scene."

...Little does she know her love committed them both to coming.

//that time is fine for me and the poor, unwitting, unwilling Briar to attend// //EDIT: oh wait! I actually can't-- a GF is taking me to a belated bday dinner that night! I guess Briar'll end up being more successfully evasive, the tricky little gal; sorry guys!

// midnight for me that, on a school night. thats a no go I'm afraid, ahh well

// I can make it.

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