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Quilrith nodded as she listened to the gnome, shaking his hand. Come to think of it, Tergo was the one who had come to the aid of the halfling, wasn't he? She hadn't paid too much attention to where he had gone after the battle, but she did remember his attempt to ward off her attacker. It was certainly an attempt. One fluke does not a warrior make, though, according to her sister Esphora after a particularly embarrassing defeat. Though that might have been to make Brenfan's victory in their training session lose value, rather than to teach the spectators a lesson. The fond and distant memory only solidified the great weight of her quest and her purpose for being here, bringing her back to where she was at the moment. "Well," she said with an encouraging smile, "at least you're willing to stand up for what you believe in. Not all battles are won with blades and broken bones."

After shaking the gnome's hand a few times, Quilrith withdrew her hand and placed it on her chin. A scholar who studied goblins? Not only that, but somebody who was interested in finding out their methods of living and what their society was like? What a curious field to study. Though Quilrith's own education was very limited due to her upbringing, the closest thing that they had to proper books were tomes about the local flora and fauna surrounding her clan's forest. Of course, they several other books as well, though Quilrith struggled to wrap her head around them, and thus she dismissed them. How many books were there really on goblins? A frown crossed her face, which she quickly covered up by her hand. Perhaps it may be a good idea to briefly change the subject.

"You're a goblinologist?" Quilrith asked. "I, uh, can't say I've met any goblinologists, but it's good to see that it's a growing field. I'm what's called an astronomer, myself. I think it's really fascinating, seeing things that are so high in the sky at night. The stars, they feel so close to us, but yet they remain just beyond our grasp." She smiled for a second, letting her hands drop to her side. After an uncomfortable bit of silence, she cleared her throat and turned her gaze back to the gnome. In the back of her mind, she was curious to know what would happen if they were the ones who had ransacked the caravan. What would be done if they took the life of the girl's parents? What if they killed the girl? Concern crossed Quilrith's face as she considered the growing possibility that either of these were happening right now. "Anyways, I guess it's a good thing one of us knows how to converse with goblins," she pointed out with a concerned smile. "Perhaps we might be able to resolve this without violence." She doubted it, but as long as she was willing to give it a try, it was certainly possible.

"Thank you," Darunia said with a gentle nod. "That will be all for now. You've been very helpful, and I appreciate that." Rather tired of the company of the owner and barmaid, he shut the door and locked it. Realizing the window was still open, he lunged for that and quickly closed it, letting out a minor groan as he felt the sun's light sting his eyes once more. Once that was done, he sighed. Finally, he was alone at last. Darunia threw himself onto the bed. A useless commodity for one such as himself, but he still enjoyed the pleasant feel of linen against his back. He'd have all of the time in the world to come up with a great battle plan after taking a quick break... but before he could even consider some sort of rest, he needed to take care of some housekeeping. Even if the owners shared as much information and had been as pleasant as they would have to any one person, there were several things that he needed to do to make sure his experience here was as optimal as could be.

To begin with, he needed to scour the room for whatever he could find that might help him. He eyed the chamberpot, then the treasure chest, and finally the window. This room seemed rather bare, a large problem to the Drow. Being inventive had always helped him out of most situations, but that's the thing. Being good at invention and coming up with creative solutions only worked when inspiration struck, and as it just so happened, he wasn't feeling particularly inspired. In any case, he began to go through everything in the room. He opened his chest and looked behind it, looked under his bed, and dug throughout the entire room, in search for anything that might prove to be helpful. A forgotten piece of cloth, a nail, screws, even a lost coin would prove his search was a success.

@Ciaran I got an 18 for initiative.
Quilrith looked town at the gnome and nodded. "Of course not," she said with a small grin. "So long as we are both working to ensure the safety of others, I hope you don't mind if I come along." While she couldn't quite get a feel for the gnome's capabilities against the goblins, she was caught a bit off guard by his desire to study them. While it was true that there was certainly power in knowing one's enemy, and thus it was a good idea to have information about the little beasts, Quilrith had a feeling his research was for a different purpose. The only time she'd ever studied the little pests was when she was tasked with helping her clan route them out of the forest. Maybe the purpose of his study was to find out the best way to keep them under his thumb? She wasn't too sure. "Tergo, was it? A pleasure to meet you. My name is Quilrith Vambash." Sticking out a hand, she decided to awkwardly meet the gnome halfway and crouch down to his height, extending a hand.

While they were at it, she supposed now was also a good time to find out about the gnome's interest in goblins. "If I may ask, is there anything in particular that interests you about goblins?" Quilrith asked, curious about Tergo's intent. "Most people I've spoken to seem to have a very negative, very murderous opinion of the creatures."
Quilrith quietly scratched the back of her head, still having not quite recovered from the events of the past few minutes. What a bizarre way to start off her search. She was a bit dissapointed in knowing that the man she'd defeated was most likely just a random drunkard harassing the flutist. In the back of her mind, though she knew it was probably impossible, she hoped that her first day would prove to be successful in finding those who had wronged her clan. She and her siblings had very little information to go off of, barring the letter written by their father. She didn't even know what happened to him, or if either of them were still alive. If she could get her hands around the fiends that abducted her mother... In any case, she needed to find some way to probe into the whereabouts of the people that took her mother. That was, after all, why she came here in the first place. She took a mental note of the halfling's face and features: he might be able to help her. If somebody had stopped by that might be important to finding her enemies and the flutist had seen it, he could relay the information to her. Besides, the small man did owe her for protecting him from that drunkard. Quilrith did feel a little bad hanging that justification over his head, but she needed all of the help she could get.

Before she could approach, however, the mention of a kidnapping caught her ears. Quilrith turned to face the dwarf woman and gnome, approaching them. "I couldn't help but overhear your conversation," she said. "It is my duty to help those in need. Allow me to offer my assistance in retrieving the girl."

"Do forgive my inquisitiveness," Darunia said, as he looked at the Elven wine. Five silver still seemed a bit much... Ah, well. He placed another gold piece down onto the table before grabbing and slowly sipping on the drink. Though he hadn't had an inclination for alcohol in quite some time, this was a night of celebration. He set the glass down for a moment. Perhaps he should investigate the Underdark. It seemed like it may be his best shot in... wherever this was. While he was at it, it may be in his best interest to prod some of the miners should any of them be around. Of course, he had ten days to get adjusted. He needed to find the most efficient routes to and from all of these places he would be doing business at while he was on the surface. Darunia took a slow sip from the glass, forming a mental list of objects he needed to gather hastily.

The first thing he needed, for sure, was a map of the town. Navigating by himself and finding places to loop around and throw off any potential harassers may prove to be very useful in extending his stay here. It would also help him figure out where the proper residential areas were, as well as the mines. These places would be very key to his survival.

The next thing he needed to grab were some weapons. He trusted the guards here about as far as he could throw them; they were novices, inexperienced. Troublesome, even. If he was going to navigate the city, he needed to gather something that he could use to protect himself. A slender blade, like the one he had practiced with so long ago, would work, but he knew those were terribly expensive... Arms like what the guards were using would suffice.

Finally, he needed to grab some protection. The tatters he was wearing were good for fending off the cold, but cloth would do very little against a blade to the gut. He could try to steal some... No, that wouldn't do. He'd have to buy his own pair, or at least something that would give him even an ounce of protection. Maybe a shield? They were quite expensive as well... Darunia took another drink. How troublesome this process was turning out to be. He sat in silence until he finished the drink, at which point he stood up.

"I appreciate your helpfulness," Darunia said slowly. "I'm afraid I need some time away from the din of the bar... May I trouble you one last time to show me as to where my room is?" A bit of a mental break was all he needed before he could hit the streets of this city once more.
Quilrith winced as soon as she realized that this wouldn't be a peaceful discussion. Conflict was present everywhere int he world, but she had hoped she'd be able to avoid it at least for today. No matter, she thought to herself. At least she wasn't going to be fighting alone. In an instant, she retrieved her quarterstaff and swung it down as hard as she could to intercept the man's blow. Although she had missed her original mark, her blow struck true when she hastily readjusted her aim to injure the man's legs. A resounding crack could be heard as she broke the man's leg, watching as he collapsed onto the ground. Wincing a little, she withdrew her quarterstaff and held it at her side. Maybe she went a bit too far... The man probably wasn't a massive threat to her or the halfling. Maybe if she'd been a little lighter in her delivery, he would have gotten the point. In any case, though, the threat had been dealt with. A prideful, and somewhat relieved, grin crossed Quilrith's face as she looked down at her assailant. "I thought I said that you weren't going to do anything unless I say so," she pointed out, shaking her head. With a frown, she shot a glare to the man's compatriot. She doubted he was going to cause any trouble, but she was hoping this was enough of a clue to show him what a defender of the forest was capable of.

The battle now over, she looked over towards the others that had stood beside her. A Dwarf and a Gnome had come to the flutist's aid, a great display of luck in the terrible times behind her. She gave them a small smile and a quiet nod of appreciation, before crouching down to the Halfling's level. "Are you alright?" she asked, then paused for a bit. Quilrith remembered the man's accusation and shuddered. The rush of victory from disarming an opponent in a single blow had immediately disappeared, as a very uncomfortable quarter-smile appeared on Quilrith's face. "Did you... You didn't actually 'tupp' this man's wife, did you?"
Brawl at the Tavern
Initiative: 7
Quilrith frowned. Not even a proper night into the town, and things were already going sour. She didn't know who these two men were, or who this flutist was, but she could definitely feel the animosity against the small one. In times like these, she had always been taught to act on her instinct, and in this case, her instinct was to hopefully try and diffuse the situation. She stepped by the halfling, holding out her palm towards the brutes as if she were constructing an imaginary barrier separating the two opposing forces. Looking around, Quilrith could feel her courage falter a little, noticing the lack of assistance for the flutist. Perhaps she was making a mistake...

No, she was doing the right thing. If no one was going to stand up for this man, she had to. Steeling herself, she announced her intent to the two men. "You're not going to do anything unless I say so," Quilrith warned. Even if the Halfling had "tupped" one of the wives of the two men, it wasn't up to these two to declare judgment on this man. Hopefully her words would scare the men straight enough to at least quell their anger, so everybody can be heard out.
Quilrith Vambash ran a scaly hand across her forehead, rubbing it as she sat against a wall at the docks. Boats were very much a new experience for the young dragonborn, and the constant motion of the sea against the hull disoriented her. She planted her quarterstaff into the ground and tried to steady herself, watching the ground. Quilrith began to sweat a little, concentrating hard on keeping down her lunch. After a few minutes to regain her composure, she finally felt like she was standing on solid ground. Looking around, the gravity of the situation she had found herself in sank in again. Patting at her pack, she felt the letter left by her father. What should be a negligible burden to anyone else had become a hefty weight to her. The letter, which must have been drafted at least ten years ago by Quilrith's guess, spoke of an unseen threat to her family. Something beyond the comprehension of her father. Something beyond her own comprehension. She would have to conquer this threat if she wanted to reunite her family, she presumed, but in order to do that, she had to know what the threat even was in the first place. Her father took no expense to elucidate this enemy to his children, something that concerned Quilrith greatly. Perhaps it had to do with those bandits that attacked that night? Of course not. If her father was involved, there was no way the rest of the clan wouldn't be involved. She'd already considered the possibility several times, but the thought stuck to her mind on a frequent basis.

Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes for a moment and rotated her fingers on her forehead once more. Finally, her sea sickness had departed... She hadn't been alone in this having been the first trip on a boat, it seemed. Several of the people who were filtering throughout the docks looked like they had yet to get their sea legs. Quilrith, for just a brief moment, contemplated whether or not anybody in the crowd could read minds. She envied them; watching all of these people and seeing so many faces made her curious as to what everybody was doing here. Of course, there was the promise of riches definitely played a role in their decision to come here, but she wondered how many of them had a secondary purpose, like her. Who was here to visit a loved one? Who was here to prey on those who had arrived with visions of grandeur? Who was here to explore the untamed lands? Who here had some obscure and strange reason to come here? She decided to guess which one of those categories everybody fell into as she walked past them to the Tavern. Quilrith wasn't quite interested in whether or not these were true, she just thought it would make a fun little game to pass the time as she tried to navigate through the crowd.
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