Kiron definitely felt intelligence in the glowing eyes of the ghoul creature. The shadows of the corner darken as the half elf smiles. He smiles at that at least someone here is truly aware of their surroundings. His panther yawns and curls up at his feet. A waitress shivers and brings him a glass of elven wine, quickly leaving his presence. Arround the inn, inexplicable bad luck was happening. The gamblers all failing to get good cards or dice, waitresses suddenly clumsy, the good beer suddenly gone, and other like events. Very few would know what is actually happening around them. OOC: Hexblades are relatively unknown in D&D, they are assumed to be Fighter/Wizards or Bladesingers.
Gruwahl, having made the mostly uneventful travel through the streets, enters the Inn. People in these popular meeting and drinking places for the general masses have certain opinion about wizards and half-orcs. Gruwahl being both will certainly lead to if not interesting, at least entertaining conversations with the, let say, less-educated folks. He ducks at the doorway to avoid hitting his pointy hat on the frame and looks around for the mysterious bard. Not spotting the person in charge of musical entertainment in this facility, Gruwahl makes his way to the counter.
<Nine Balrog Inn> A beautiful Elven bar maid that takes your order for food and the such. After the parents leave with their children you hear the bartender say. "The day is a bit bustling today must because of Faelen again. He is ready for yeah." Faelen says. "Come friends it looks like you took my offer looks like they chose the right people for the job. What do wish to know before we start?"
Malrak gets off of his seat holding his hemet under his arm and walks over to the bard. "I have two questions who are they and what's the job?"
He looked to the seeming barbarian and said. "I am Faelen retired grand bard of the Bards College in Zarimon the home of the elves. I am one of the only elves to see the war 400 years ago." But he looks to be at the end of his teens. "And the job the job is Relic hunting for the King of Ara'mor he would not take his knights so he wanted to the people to do it. Because he does want to go anywhere near the Land of the Dead where the war took place and only the Priests of Shar will go or Crusaders of Bahamut. You will be paid 4000 Platnium pieces and any treasure you find will be yours expect the relic of Ara the Crown of Mor the thing that was lost by Queen Loran the II and the Dragons changed the Age. You will be provided enough equipment to go to the Tower of Magi where the town of Golems will provide you with the food and water to go to the dead kingdom of Elrud where you will go into the dungeons where the Relic has been placed. If you are wonder how I know this knowledge the previous party returned with only their Cleric of Bahamut she will meet you at the town of Golems near the Tower of Magi. She is one of the only surviving Half-Dragon Clerics from the war so be nice to the women. Any other quests. Smith a drink for me please."
Malrak scratches his head and looks back at the bard. "Hmm this place you speak of sounds like my home. Very well you can count me in on this quest of yours though I have to admit it is different from my usual jobs." The small creature went back to the bar's counter and ordered a glass of water for himself. "The name's Malrak by the way." He looked at the rest of the group specifically the half elf that had been staring at him earlier.
Kiron listen quietly to the question and answer session. " You made heavy promises Bard but not much substance. And what made you and your king trust a bunch of strangers? Why doesn't he want knights doing this? And how will this assistance know who we are when your letters didn't? What is the opposition? " Kiron looked at the others for a second letting the air get even colder. " I am Kiron, Malrak."
"The Concord of Zenith taht knights elven warriors or anyone in a greater military or godly power such as priest are not aloud."
Kiron grunted then sighed. " That still doesn't answer why us? Specifically. Why are you the one doing the talking and not an official envoy of the king? Who is our competition? Why does he want it?"
The bards face changed to a grim face. "War is coming the dragons are getting angered once more they say it is the cause of the elves and the army of light this time. This age is coming to an end friends and we need as many relics of the past to defend our freedom. That is why the king chose you so your not noticed as apart of his army."
