TROUBLE AT THE RUSTY DRAGON 4717-12-1 Night

General Summary

There are only two inns in Sandpoint, either the White Deer or the Rusty Dragon, but only one of them had just extended an offer of free room and board for a week so the party soon become regulars at the Rusty Dragon. Aleesia runs a very adventurer-friendly establishment, and the locals who frequent the establishment's tavern enjoy hearing stories of daring- do and hijinks from the tavern's visitors. This evening, a surly visitor slams the tavern's door open and bellows out a sharp-tongued command in a melodic and practiced language. This is local aristocrat Deadric Orelon, an elderly Elven man and one of Sandpoint's most well-known nobles. Scanning the crowd Daedric bellows again in Elven "Where the hell is my daughter?" The other patrons of the bar, recognizing him and knowing of his reputation for wrathful outbursts, grow very quiet and interested in their meals. Deadric stalks farther into the tavern, his eyes scanning the room for his daughter only to alight on Sandpoint's newest heroes. Deadric is a middle -aged Elven man, although he looks much older than his age due to lack of sleep caused by recent events namely. It's no secret that since the events of this morning Deadric has decided it’s time to move back to Magnimar for a while, and he's planning on taking his daughter with him. Accordingly, he's come to the Rusty Dragon to issue an ultimatum to Aleesia come with him or be cut out of the will. Secretly, Deadric hopes she opts for the latter, as her becoming an adventurer and then an innkeeper has all but shamed him into disowning his daughter already.
When he notices the party, though, he gets distracted. Here are the heroes who saved Sandpoint from the raid in a fit of jealousy and misguided anger, Deadric approaches the PCs and starts accusing them of endangering the townsfolk with their ill- advised "antics" against the goblins, implying they should have left the defense of the town to the city guard and other "trained professionals." At the sight of their guild badges, Deadric barks a derisive laugh, rolls his eyes , and says, "Just what we need-a filthy band of vagrants to attract even more trouble to town." As Deadric continues to vent his misplaced anger on the party Aleesia rushes into the front room, a ladle dripping with soup in her hand, to find out what all the ruckus is about. The two argue in Elvish for a moment as Deadric issues his ultimatum and Aleesia tells him to leave her inn (albeit with a string of creative and shocking profanity). Enraged, Deadric tries to grab her by the hair to drag her from the tavern, but she dodges and brains him with her soupy ladle, spattering fish stock and potatoes all over his hair and outfit. This act of public defiance wounds Deadric's pride more than anything else, and after he sputters for a moment, he finds his voice and utters, "You're as dead to me as your mother," before leaving the tavern.
The parting shot to his daughter about her mother comes as cruel comment that almost brings Aleesia to tears, yet as her father leaves, she bravely picks up her ladle, inspects it, pulls a hair out of the mess, and says, ‘til need a well- cleaned ladle now, since jackass stew's not on the menu." The resulting cheers and laughter from the tavern's patrons help her attitude immensely-she immediately extols to the crowd that dinner's on the house .

Report Date

07 Aug 2021