CAMPAIGN: Queen Arkwyn's Crown (D&D5e)

[Newbie Newtype]

Perception to see who might be watching: 1D20+3+2 => (5 + 3 + 2) = 10

"To be honest I would feel more comfortable having you deliver the crown as long as the Queen herself takes it. I got a middle man thrust upon me that I'm not sure I can trust."

"As for the counter attack, they would've gotten valuable information from the Umbarlee Priests'.. ritual."

[Bob the Hamster]

No-one seems to be watching, although some people are walking this way from the Dance Hall, so Hyne and Jerrold will have to move soon if they wish to continue talking privately.

"Alright... I suppose I can take it.. but if I do, can you investigate what Borgan is doing? I can't be in two places at once"

[Newbie Newtype]

"I'll keep the crown until we arrive at the city, the Duke has subordinates making sure I still have it until then."

[Bob the Hamster]

"Ah, good then. That might be a sign that the crown you have is the real one. I'll focus on the Duke, you focus on getting it there safely"

Jerrold notices the people coming this way, and seems eager to end the conversation.

[Newbie Newtype]

Hyne begins heading to the tavern, finally. He keeps a tight grip on his belongings as he has to enter an inn full of strangers.

[Bob the Hamster]

The tavern is absolutely packed with people. Locals, guards, and travelers from the procession crowd the room.

If there was any solemnity for the death of the king, or soberness over the recent Jenn attack and theft of the crown, it has already been well-drown in fine local beer.

There is too much chaos to take in all at once, but a few things are easy to notice.

A group of local farmers is singing a song about the Princess becoming Queen. It doesn't rhyme very well. They may have just made it up. It might be the same tune that Erato was whistling earlier.

Lady Goduvna is seated at the bar chatting one of the bartenders in a lively fashion. Jasputin is standing behind her, actively blocking any and all who might accidentally jostle into her.

A bunch of guards are crowded around a table in one of the (relatively) quiet corners, they seem to be swapping tall-tales.

The main room has a balcony all around the top. it appears that the top-floor of the building is a brothel. Prostitutes of both genders are mingling with the crowd and yoo-hooing from above.

A small localized bar-fight is in progress between several dwarves and gnomes, but it does not seem to be spreading, and the other bartender, a colossal minotaur is watching it dispassionately as he wipes glasses with a rag.

[Newbie Newtype]

Hyne approaches the other passengers of the cart he was riding and asks them, "How early is the driver wanting us to leave in the morning?"

[Bob the Hamster]

"Oh! Mister Hyne! How delightful to see you, you really must have a drink! This blueberry wine is deeeevine! Oh bartender! Can you get my friend Mr Hyne another of these blueberry wines? Will you look at him? Isn't he handsome?"

The bartender, a skinny half-orc woman smiles at this, and reaches for a bottle.

Jasputen discreetly whispers the answer to Hyne's question, as if he doesn't want his mistress to know he is talking about practical matters. "The Coachwoman said we should be inside the carriage and ready to roll out by one half-hour past sunrise."

[Newbie Newtype]

He smiles to the tender, then says to Goduvna, "I'll have one glass of the wine, then I must head to bed to wake up timely." He then asks, "Is this the place everyone is staying?"

[Bob the Hamster]

"It is if they want to have a good time!" Says Goduvna, and then with a wink to the bartender, "Hyne looks like he is up for a good time, doesn't he?"

The bartender grins and hands Hyne his wine it is a dark purple, almost black, and it is in a small simple glass tumbler.

"There are two much quieter inns down the street to the north." Offers Jasputin, with a wistful tone that suggests he wishes he was there. "But they might be full now"

[Newbie Newtype]

Hyne sips a bit of the drink. It is half of what he expects, a tense berry flavor with a soft feel, but the tinge of alcohol had been long forgotten.

Afterward he says, "I'm afraid I must be finding a bed to wake early. The good times must wait." He will try to depart whenever possible, and leave to seek out one of the two inns with vacancies.

[Bob the Hamster]

Hyne leaves the tavern, and heads north up the street.

There he sees two large many-roomed inns. The one on the left side of the street is a little bigger, with freshly painted trim and nicely manicured bushes with decorative climbing vines. It has a sign out front that says "The Royal Glove" with a painting of a fancy lace glove on it.

The one on the right looks a little run down. The roof-line sags just a tiny bit, and the paint is peeling. A shingle out front says "The Fat Pony" with a faded painting of a chubby little horse

Both inns have many lights on, and although they are peaceful and quiet in comparison to the raucous tavern, there is a hushed murmur of many voices, indicating that both inns are rather full.

[Newbie Newtype]

Hyne takes a deep breath. He begins putting on the dark jacket once more before entering each of the inns to see which of the ones have a vacant room.

[Bob the Hamster]

Inside the front door of the Royal Glove is a high-nosed man with a curled moustache. He looks exhausted, but is also keeping his professional composure.

"Myeees, sir, we do in fact have whone private hroom left. It will be one gold"

[Newbie Newtype]

"Excellent." He searches his gold pouch and produces a platinum, asking for remaining change. He waits until he is told which room it is.