Jammers Summary: Chapter 1, Turn 17
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Deigatt places his soup bowl down on the table, having emptied its contents. "I will haccompany you, Comrade Raken," he says. "I know nothing hof these places you have mentioned, but I ham eager to learn more hof this 'Rock.' Perhaps we should harrange a time to meet hup with Comrade Nilaroo before the lunch hour. Hand you, Comrade Grigree, you will come has well?"
Nilaroo says "You could all accompany me to the Guild first, as I said it shouldn't take long."
"I certainly have no hobjection to doing so," Deigatt replies. "Comrade Raken?"
Raken and Grigree both give their agreement and the four get up and leave the inn, the last members of the Company of the Silent Star heading out into the bustle of the Rock looking for adventure.
They find that the Rock is a bustling, dirty port city filled with the most outlandish collection of traders, rogues, mercenaries, pirates, and thugs imaginable. Law and order are virtually non-existent; there are few watchmen keeping order in the streets. Strolling along major thoroughfares like Grand Street or Lamp Street is a breathless affair, as the milling crowds swirl and chatter endlessly in the cacophony of a hundred languages. Vendors hawk their wares, bold spacefarers strut down the street seeking taverns and less reputable places to squander their hard-earned gold, and entertainers and minstrels plead with passers-by to pay a couple coppers for a song. Passing from Low City to the Middle City the streets clear a bit. The taverns and alehouses of the lower regions are replaced with shops and inns of greater quality. From here Andru's palace can be seen, rising above the noise and grime of the city, just beyond the green fields of the noble villas.
The companions pass the day the day moving about this bustling little city, going about private business and looking for job opportunities. As the day wanes and the six hour long twilight of Bral begins to deepen into night they return to the "Broken Tankard" for evenfest. Etedrilin, the innkeeper is again behind the bar, jovially pouring drinks for the company as they wait for their waitress, Ariassa (a pretty human woman approaching 30), to bring their meals from the kitchen. The tavern is more crowded then the night before. A large group of Bralian shopkeepers have ensconced themselves at the two centre tables, pushing them closely together and animatedly discussing the rise and fall of prices as they drink large mugs of Furyondian Bitterrrot ale. Several older sailors have taken stools at the bar, eating slowly and occasionally speaking quietly together. At the square table closest to the door 4 teenaged human males in the white robes are drinking and talking happily, they appear to be acolytes of some sect.
The Company of the Silent Star has turned the other two square table (the two nearest the fireplace) sideways and joined them. You sit telling each other of your day and watching passers-by through the windows. Ariassa soon brings out your meals, passing them around the table and passing another round of refills.
As she does so you notice someone new enter the tavern. She's of average height and weight for a human woman, with midnight black hair and bright green eyes. She looks young, but wears her two cutlasses with confidence. Her clothing hints at a life under a hot sun...
Date/time: 6:00 pm 16th day of the 4th Month, 5049 OC
