Party Two: Brass Cat Tavern
The day found Lived Through Fire at the mercy of a spirited, portly Halfling tradesman with greasy black hair and big brown eyes who recounted detail after detail about Lovell while leading him around the town. Although far quieter than the noisy Halfling, and decidedly unremarkable in height and build, he wasn't any less conspicuous. For starters, there were his facial tattoos, which were wholly uncharacteristic of the region's natives and evoked a distinctly tribal flair. Then there was the bulky grey and brown dire wolf pelt traveling cloak he wore, which smothered his form, keeping him nice and toasty amid the chilly temperatures, even without its hood up. Lastly, there was the scent of earth and honey with a hint of citrus which followed him. For one with such an uncultured appearance, the fragrance surely came as a surprise.
As the Halfling excitedly overloaded Lived Through Fire with information he never asked for, Lived Through Fire's eyes glazed over, and his mind drifted back to home, where things were simpler, ever so briefly, then snapped back to the present. After he checked his weathered black backpack idly, which drooped from his back by a single, thick strap which ran diagonally across his torso, he made an effort to get things back on track as politely as he could. "Ser Highmeadow," he began, his words delivered slowly, deliberately and with a thick (Sylvan) accent which made it apparent that Ceran was not his first language, "it is plain that you know much about this land." Highmeadow beamed from ear to ear and quickly reminded him to use his given name of Corace. "I am...," Lived Through Fire scratched his goatee-covered chin while trying to think up the correct word in Ceran then continued after find one he believed worked, "honored that you share it with me so freely, but I came to speak with your wise men about grim signs. Will you show me to them?" Although Corace looked a bit deflated, he nevertheless promised to lead Lived Through Fire to the one place he could think of where all the wisest individuals gathered: the Brass Cat Tavern, to which they arrived just in time to witness the chaos and commotion caused by Kael.
"This is where your wise men gather?" Lived Through Fire questioned as he watched Kael's spectacle and later dubious attempt at playing dead. From his tone, it was plain that he doubted the veracity of Corace's account regarding the tavern, even after the Halfling's boisterous insistence that the tavern was the perfect place to meet and speak with scholarly individuals. As Corace doubled down on his claims, Lived Through Fire made his way over to Kael, took a knee beside him, then rested his right hand on Kael's shoulder. "I don't think anyone believes your act." Lived Through Fire waited momentarily to see if Kael would end the ruse, then continued. "I am called Lived Through Fire. Please, join me and Highmeadow." Behind him, Corace was heard correcting him about his name once more. Kael was by far the most interested person or creature he'd seen since arriving. Therefore, he very much wanted to hear his tale.
16:36, Today: Lived-Through-Fire rolled 25 using 1d20+5 ((20)).