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Miss Thornwick rolled an 18+4 for noticing your necklace: roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29586
Miss Thornwick's expression shifts as you explain waking up in an alleyway. Her sharp eyes take on a skeptical glint, and she makes a face that suggests she's heard this story before, probably from more than a few patrons who'd had too much to drink.
"Uh-huh," she says, her tone dry. "Right. Woke up in an alley with no memory of how you got there. Sure, honey."
But when you mention being followed, her expression softens slightly, becoming more serious. She taps her quill against the desk thoughtfully.
"Well, if someone was tailin' you, Gerta'll make sure you're taken care of. She'll probably let you crash in one of the spare rooms upstairs. Might even give you some work around the place if you can't pay for your stay right now." She waves a hand dismissively, as if this is a common enough arrangement.
There's a brief silence as she returns to sorting her coins, but then her eyes drift back to you. Specifically, to your neck.
She pauses, setting down the coins she was holding.
"Though..." she says slowly, leaning forward slightly to get a better look. "With a piece like that around your neck, I'd wager you've got the means to pay for your stay just fine."
Her gaze lingers on your grandmother's pendant, the delicate white gold chain and star-shaped design with its emerald center catching the lamplight.
"That's no cheap trinket, girl. That's quality work. Arcane quality, if I'm not mistaken."
What do you do?
"Uh-huh," she says, her tone dry. "Right. Woke up in an alley with no memory of how you got there. Sure, honey."
But when you mention being followed, her expression softens slightly, becoming more serious. She taps her quill against the desk thoughtfully.
"Well, if someone was tailin' you, Gerta'll make sure you're taken care of. She'll probably let you crash in one of the spare rooms upstairs. Might even give you some work around the place if you can't pay for your stay right now." She waves a hand dismissively, as if this is a common enough arrangement.
There's a brief silence as she returns to sorting her coins, but then her eyes drift back to you. Specifically, to your neck.
She pauses, setting down the coins she was holding.
"Though..." she says slowly, leaning forward slightly to get a better look. "With a piece like that around your neck, I'd wager you've got the means to pay for your stay just fine."
Her gaze lingers on your grandmother's pendant, the delicate white gold chain and star-shaped design with its emerald center catching the lamplight.
"That's no cheap trinket, girl. That's quality work. Arcane quality, if I'm not mistaken."
What do you do?
I’m rolling terribly, only a 10 roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29585
Let me know if I should edit my post based on a fail.
Sucked at the athletics, only a 9 roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29582
11 on the persuasion check roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29583
11 on the persuasion check roleplayerguild.com/rolls/29583
Gerta’s warm smile falters just slightly at your first request, her brow furrowing in confusion.
“Celestial’s Cocktail?” She scratches her head, glancing back at her impressive array of bottles behind the bar. “Can’t say I’ve heard of that one, sugar. We got plenty of good spirits, but that ain’t ringin’ any bells…”
You press on, watching her carefully. “Guardian’s Gin? Shield Spritzer? Jury’s Sanctuary?”
With each name, you try to convey the urgency in your eyes, willing her to understand what you’re really asking for.
Something shifts in Gerta’s expression. Her eyes sharpen, and she straightens up slightly, her easy demeanor taking on a more focused edge. She glances briefly toward the swinging doors, then back to you, her face carefully neutral now.
“Ah,” she says, her voice dropping just a touch lower, though still maintaining that warm drawl. “Y’know what, darlin’? I think what you need is a quiet spot to catch your breath till you feel safe again. Why don’t you come with me?”
She gestures for you to follow her, heading toward a door behind the bar. She calls out to one of the other servers, “Mick! Cover the bar for a minute, would ya?”
Gerta leads you through the doorway and down a short hallway, the noise of the tavern fading slightly behind you. She opens another door, revealing a smaller, private room.
The space is unexpectedly rich. Large cloths in deep reds, golds, and midnight blues hang on the walls, their patterns full of shapes and lines. Low cushioned seating lines the sides, piled with pillows in bright colors. A brass lantern hangs from the ceiling, casting warm, patterned light. The floor has thick rugs layered on top of each other. A low table sits in the center, decorated with shiny white shell pieces in swirling designs.
Behind a carved wooden desk sits a gnomish woman. She wears flowing green and gold silks, clearly expensive clothes. Her dark hair is swept up, held in place with golden pins. She’s counting coins, sorting them into different bags, a book open in front of her.
She looks up as you enter, her sharp brown eyes studying you.
“Miss Thornwick,” Gerta says, “this here’s Kalila. She needs a safe place to breathe for a bit. Maybe y’all can chat in the meantime?” She gives you a reassuring nod. “I gotta get back to the bar, but you’re in good hands here, darlin’.”
With that, Gerta slips back out, closing the door behind her.
Miss Thornwick sets down her quill and regards you with a businesslike expression, though not unkind.
“Well then,” she says, her voice measured. “Sit if you like. What seems to be the trouble?”
What do you do?
“Celestial’s Cocktail?” She scratches her head, glancing back at her impressive array of bottles behind the bar. “Can’t say I’ve heard of that one, sugar. We got plenty of good spirits, but that ain’t ringin’ any bells…”
You press on, watching her carefully. “Guardian’s Gin? Shield Spritzer? Jury’s Sanctuary?”
With each name, you try to convey the urgency in your eyes, willing her to understand what you’re really asking for.
Something shifts in Gerta’s expression. Her eyes sharpen, and she straightens up slightly, her easy demeanor taking on a more focused edge. She glances briefly toward the swinging doors, then back to you, her face carefully neutral now.
“Ah,” she says, her voice dropping just a touch lower, though still maintaining that warm drawl. “Y’know what, darlin’? I think what you need is a quiet spot to catch your breath till you feel safe again. Why don’t you come with me?”
She gestures for you to follow her, heading toward a door behind the bar. She calls out to one of the other servers, “Mick! Cover the bar for a minute, would ya?”
Gerta leads you through the doorway and down a short hallway, the noise of the tavern fading slightly behind you. She opens another door, revealing a smaller, private room.
The space is unexpectedly rich. Large cloths in deep reds, golds, and midnight blues hang on the walls, their patterns full of shapes and lines. Low cushioned seating lines the sides, piled with pillows in bright colors. A brass lantern hangs from the ceiling, casting warm, patterned light. The floor has thick rugs layered on top of each other. A low table sits in the center, decorated with shiny white shell pieces in swirling designs.
Behind a carved wooden desk sits a gnomish woman. She wears flowing green and gold silks, clearly expensive clothes. Her dark hair is swept up, held in place with golden pins. She’s counting coins, sorting them into different bags, a book open in front of her.
She looks up as you enter, her sharp brown eyes studying you.
“Miss Thornwick,” Gerta says, “this here’s Kalila. She needs a safe place to breathe for a bit. Maybe y’all can chat in the meantime?” She gives you a reassuring nod. “I gotta get back to the bar, but you’re in good hands here, darlin’.”
With that, Gerta slips back out, closing the door behind her.
Miss Thornwick sets down her quill and regards you with a businesslike expression, though not unkind.
“Well then,” she says, her voice measured. “Sit if you like. What seems to be the trouble?”
What do you do?
I didn't hear what the retainers said after Meli ran out. Their voices became background noise as I pushed back from the table and went after her.
"Meli!" I called out as I rushed through the backdoor.
"Meli, wait. Please."
My voice was desperate, urgent. I needed her to hear me. But she was already too far ahead, moving fast through the trees.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry. That what I said back there was stupid, just me trying to hold onto something, anything. Trying to keep control when everything felt like it was falling apart.
I wanted to explain that I wanted to protect my family. Elena, Garrick, Isolde. They'd given up everything for me. But she was right. She was family too. She'd always been family. And the Moonpetal, they stood with us when those soldiers came. They'd been our friends for years.
I wouldn't leave her. I wouldn't leave the gathering to face this alone. That wasn't who I wanted to be. That wasn't who my mother would have wanted me to be.
We'd figure this out. Together. I didn't know how yet, but we would. I needed to promise her that.
I looked around, trying to find any sign of which way she went. The forest was thick here, and Meli knew these paths better than anyone. I searched for broken branches, disturbed leaves, anything that might show her trail.
If I couldn't track her, I'd go straight to the Moonpetal Gathering. She used go home when she was upset. That's where I needed to be.
"Meli!" I called out as I rushed through the backdoor.
"Meli, wait. Please."
My voice was desperate, urgent. I needed her to hear me. But she was already too far ahead, moving fast through the trees.
I wanted to tell her I was sorry. That what I said back there was stupid, just me trying to hold onto something, anything. Trying to keep control when everything felt like it was falling apart.
I wanted to explain that I wanted to protect my family. Elena, Garrick, Isolde. They'd given up everything for me. But she was right. She was family too. She'd always been family. And the Moonpetal, they stood with us when those soldiers came. They'd been our friends for years.
I wouldn't leave her. I wouldn't leave the gathering to face this alone. That wasn't who I wanted to be. That wasn't who my mother would have wanted me to be.
We'd figure this out. Together. I didn't know how yet, but we would. I needed to promise her that.
I looked around, trying to find any sign of which way she went. The forest was thick here, and Meli knew these paths better than anyone. I searched for broken branches, disturbed leaves, anything that might show her trail.
If I couldn't track her, I'd go straight to the Moonpetal Gathering. She used go home when she was upset. That's where I needed to be.
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