Falling Leaf nodded in thanks to the Bartender, picking up the plate of porkchops and taking it outside. Petting Lost Sun, he knelt down and provided the plate to the wolf, whispering softly to the beast. He returned shortly after, having his introduction handled for him after Loranth finally arrived. Obviously he was coming too, he was protection for the scribe after all. Besides, this miracle fruit seemed interesting at least. Though again, with such a powerful commodity, its surprising the legends don't span past here. Perhaps a well guarded secret.
Lost Sun happily reached his snout in and snatched a fish from the girl's bucket, chomping and pulling it out from its container. With a paw on the fish's body Lost sun rips upward, decapitating the fish as he chomps down the head before bowing to to Iesua, the headless fish carcass still sitting beneath his paw.
Cresonna turned around in anger, walking up to the barbarian and pointing a finger at him, actually keeping eye contact.
"Listen muscles-for-brains, who do you think you are talking to? I dont need any sort of tank or decoy to land my shots! I'll have you know I am a self-proclaimed expert hunter of wanted targets!" She poked his chest as she said wanted, and again when she said targets.
"I even specialize in killing wanted men 'n women from doing so so often! Though it may not apply to goblins, I have hunted them often as well! I can handle myself perfectly!"
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It seemed that Flint's question sparked up a series of conversations all around him, as more and more aspiring adventurers poured into the seats surrounding the bar to jump on the information be was given. As he found often, the people surrounding him had better insights and ways to push the conversation than he could have thought of. His response would've been something along the lines of 'How can I help?'
Following the advice of one of his old teachers, he remained silent as the others picked up from his conversation. If you aren't sure how to respond, continue to listen.
The goblins were apparently causing a real fuss for the townsfolk. His not-so-formal training didn't give him any knowledge of how goblins work, or, at least, none that he could recall. He was thrilled to have more experienced adventurers with him - definitely more versed than he, at least.
He remained silent until one of the newcomers - a scholar, to whom the tribal man seemed to be contracted - turned her attention specifically to him.
A rare sword? Magical and powerful? That sounded like something exciting, for sure, but, he would've gone either way. Did he give off the impression that he wouldn't have gone were it not for the treasure?
"Villagers are in danger from some rowdy goblins; I could care less for the treasure."
Loranth merely gave the youth with the blade a cheery smile. "Well of course! The town needs saving. A bunch of heroes we are," she continued, even as the ranger and the barbarian went back-and-forth for a minute before the ranger turned to her suddenly then, offering her services.
"Certainly! I'm certain that we can accommodate you! We would be blessed to have a hunter of your skills with us," she added hastily, to cheer up and play to the woman's ego. "And yours too!" she spoke, turning then to the barbarian. It seemed that they had drummed up quite a crew.
Loranth scribbled a few notes down on her page then, before glancing out toward the door. "I think then...that we should be good to rest for the evening and head out in the morning? Or were you brave adventurers wanting to go tonight?" she asked.
1-20 +7 (Knowledge: Geography) for the lay of the land and to determine if it's safe to travel by night to their location or not.
Loranth seems to recall rumors that the cattle herders don't graze their cattle too far from town, anymore. The reason is that they are fearful of some new creature. Nobody knows what these creatures look like. How's, any livestock or people caught outside the town at night are found dead the next morning. The creatures, whatever they are, never leave a discernable trail. However, the bodies of the victims always appear to have been pierced by several needle-like claws.
"Granted, of course, the Twiglings are out and about lately, and they are not the kindest of creatures. If you do wish to go out tonight brave adventurers, beware of them," she says, giving the group a small smile and a wave of her arms.