conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: You find yourselves in the town of Gatherhold, in the eastern Talenta Plains on the coast of Lake Cyre. You can tell the halflings here do not trust you, but they put up with your presence.
  
  What few jobs you find from the halflings are low-paying and unexciting. Barely worth your time. It is obvious the halflings do not trust you.
  
  Your last job was to deliver a dinosaur egg to a halflings grandmother down the street as her birthday gift. He gave you one gold each to do it. A complete waste of your talents.
  
  (Please post where your characters are and what they are doing within Gatherhold )
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tjallen: Lefmal hangs around the market where the different tribes meet up to trade, talking with the chiefs of the tribes, gently nudging them towards a more friendly attitude to Karrnath and a more hostile one towards it's enemies.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: After such a diminishing quest, Yurdon finds the closest tavern, where he order something to drink, then goes to sit in a corner away from all the "Little people", he quietly mutter to himself.
   "These little people, sending me out as a delivery boy!" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: The halfling chiefs are indifferent to your words.
  
   "Karrnathi, Cyran, Brelish, it does not matter, they all invaded Talenta equally. Everyone was willing to use our land as a batttleground, except for us. Then, when we fought back, we got slaughtered in return." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: Yurdon, a human sits next to you as if he is agreeing with your statement about the halflings. He orders a drink of his own.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: Yurdon looks at the human.  "A human eh, what brings you to this small place?"  He takes his drink and chuck it all down, then try to gesture for a new one at the barkeeper
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tjallen: Walking to the tavern where he last saw Yurdon, Lefmal walks up beside him and sits down  "Why did I think talking to halflings would be a good idea?  Lefmal Shrugs,  "Yurdon, lets get out of this place. I hear Krezent have some interesting sights." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: "So I hear you two are looking for a job? Lucky for you, I need a delivery made. I can also pay much more than those halflings." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: Yurdon nods at Lefmal.  "This human was telling me about a delivery he need done" 
   Yurdon looks to the human.  "You better not tell me, i need to deliver an egg to your grandmother, but you have my attention" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: "I need some supplies delivered to my friends and family to a Cyran village named Perlexia. My father is a blacksmith there, and can pay you two-hundred gold once 'all' the goods arrive." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: "Supplies eh? What kind of supplies are we talking about?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: "Living supplies. Meat, vegetables, waterskins, knifes, clothing. Cyran's have it hard these days." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: He looks to Lefmal to see what he thinks.
   "Well i guess we can do that" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: "Alright then! Meet me out by the stables in the morning, and I'll have the supplies and a few horses ready for you." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: " "Okay, i will see you in the morning then." 
  OOC:
   
   Spoiler 
  What time of day is it?
   
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: Originally Posted by Kolosan 
   "
  OOC:
  What time of day is it? 
   
  
  (Late afternoon)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: Yurdon gets up and walks outside the city to attend to his animal for the rest of the day, once it gets closer to evening he head back to the tavern and rents a room.
  
  (OOC: I want to give Lefmal a chance to do something if he wants before we leave.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tjallen: Lefmal will spend the rest of the day in a gloomy mood, casting explosive runes on a playing card, excluding himself and Yurdon from the explosion.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Samshiir: The next morning at the stables you find the man from the tavern last night. He has a map with him and a pair of horses leading a wagon full of supplies for Perlexia.
  
  He points out the location of Perlexia for you. (Due north of Lake Cyre, on the opposite side of the peninsula from Gatherhold)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Tjallen: Lefmal looks at the map and asks the man:  "Should we expect trouble?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Kolosan: Yurdon walks up to the man.
   "Mornin, i'm ready to leave as soon as we get that map, any last information we should know?" 