Legends of Merathia (A D&D campaign)[Chapter Six: Manhunt]

“I haven’t seen your kind around a lot. Want a drink?”

Maledith offers the strong Goliath bottle to Nysia for a sip

(in d&D the yuan ti are something you never wanna see)

“Sssure” Takes a sip

(Idk what exactly the effects of that on me soooo)

“How’d it taste?”

“Whoa~ tastesss good”

Val wakes up as she says this it feels like the cold taste of death

Maledith looks surprised

“You’re feeling okay?”

“Yesss?” tilts head “Isss there any reassson I ssshouldn’t be?”

looks at Val

“Welcome back to the land of consssciousssnessssss”

A dude comes into the tavern and orders a large whiskey

she gets off Maledith and trys moving but is unstable what kind poison is that?

Maledith takes back his bottle

“First time I’ve ever seen someone drink our spirits and not fall down.”

He looks back at Val and smiles

“It’s our drink from the mountains, made in a very specific clan.”

Clan everyone else can die?

Maledith laughs out loud

“You’re a funny one!”

the dude that’s having the whiskey has several daggers in him

looks amused “I think Val is just a sssore lossser”

(we are not in the tavern we left to the beach)

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There’s a tavern by the beach that has outdoor seating

Maledith glances at the man for a moment

looks at the man

“uh”

go’s up to the man care to explain the daggers you have?