Before the tavern got this rowdy, Tucker actually<em>did</em>hear a few bits of interesting clack...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Tucker Rumors</div><div class="spoiler_body">• The big talk of the day was about how the corpse of a dragon was caught up on an anchor in the harbor this morning; the Guild of Watermen currently has it on display in front of hteir Hall in the dock ward. Rumors range from it being killed by the anchor, to a claim that it had several large parts of its body bitten out; but it's definitely a dead dragon...<br/><br/>• He hasn't heard anything about out of control rats in the basements of local inns; rather a regular of the tavern, Horngann Bronzebottom (of the Plumbers and Cellerar's Guild) stumbled in missing two fingers, slammed back four shots of rye whiskey, and ranted about giant <em>lobsters</em> in the cellar of one of the local boarding houses. he then drank four more, then two more, then another three. This is known as "Horngann's Breakfast" by the bartender.<br/><br/>• A broadsheet titled "The Unblinking Eye" that someone left on the bar today had a small article lambasting the city watch for not "Doing something about the pumpkin-headed monster terrorizing Undercliff"</div></div><br/>And while we're at it...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sarkat</div><div class="spoiler_body">• Several performers you know have been getting prepared to try to get jobs playing and showing at the upcoming Guildsmeet Ball - an event where the guilds that deal the most with Waterdeep's nobles (such as the Jewelers' Guild, the Solemn Order of Recognized Furriers and Woolmen, the Splendid Order of Armorers, Locksmiths, and Finesmiths, etc) to meet with and build relations with said nobles in a grand social gathering. <br/><br/>• A strange dream has been haunting her; She's cold, breathless - not struggling to breathe, just... <em>not breathing</em>. Shimmering light surrounds her, but she can't move to find its source. An enormous golden ship passed overhead, she feels herself being watched by <em>so many</em> eyes, a feeling of rage, and then she awakens. Usually needing to pee <em>badly</em>.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Belni</div><div class="spoiler_body">You haven't really gathered up any "rumors" or as such - besides the same story about a dead dragon at the dock that Tucker and everyone else has heard - but you <em>do</em> know that the Watchful Order of Magists and Protectors - the mage's guild of Waterdeep - provides numerous perks for membership - access to rare spell components, a market for enchanted items, and such. She also knows wizards and sorcerers within the city are <em>encouraged</em> to become part of the Order. She hasn't gotten around to that yet! </div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Kotch</div><div class="spoiler_body">• Rumors abound about a group of young nobles who have started a private fighting club; no big deal, the bored elite do this pretty often. What's unusual is that that there's claims that the fighting club in the North Ward beneath the Misty Beard tavern uses that tavern's exotic employees as sport after the doors close. Or that the ring is used by a cult of shapeshifters to garner recruits. Wait, maybe <em>that</em> one was in the Castle Ward, near the Sahuagin Humbled statue? So many people talking about Fight Clubs...<br/><br/>• You, that old rabbit dicing with the gnomes, and Tucker have been the only Harengon you've seen more than once in the city. Funny you'd all be in the same bar, huh? So, news of a Harengon <em>noblewoman</em> from Tethyr arriving for last week's Presentation Ball are certainly ear-catching. Her name is apparently Esvele Amberfield, and she has taken residence in the Sea Ward. Is she lovely? Well, no one you've asked is quite sure what a lovely rabbit-woman might look like, so...<br/><br/>• You've heard the story time and again from people around the townhouse where you rent in the Southern Ward; friends of friends, cousin's brothers, etc., claiming to have heard cries for help in alleyways or down dark streets or even from underneath a sewer grate. Always at night; Always when the listener is alone. So far as you've heard no one's been quite so bold to investigate themselves, and the Watch hasn't provided anything useful, either.</div></div><br/>The kobold's... uh...<em>singing</em>is replaced with a whoop and a sudden crash as she tumbles from the table she was dancing on. Apparently she is now soaking wet; a second after she falls to the floor, one of the tavern's horn drinking tankards tumbles from the air, bopping her snoot. Shockingly, she's still holding her own mug of ale, quite securely. She looks shocked from the sudden change of perspective, and probably hasn't processed that her own tail is now bent in a painful-looking way in the middle.