Zaleeg goes to the tavern. He orders simple food and drink, and over his ale he talks at some length about the circumstances that have brought him to Verbosh: he desires to advance the causes of civilization and justice, but he had little aptitude for swordsmanship (he is not much better a fighter than most commoners) and even less for the magic of priests. Therefore he studied the other discipline of magic, that of the wizard, and came to Verbosh seeking out adventure.
@kell Fishing for more info at Red Axe, or heading down to the Red Roc?
Kell has had a few rounds of ale, met Patronus and Einarr, had a couple of rounds with them. He thinks he has fished this pond dry for the moment. So, it's time to stagger down the road and find a new "fishing hole."
The Red Roc is his next stop, so if Patronus and Einarr head for there, Kell joins them...if they aren't heading for anyplace in particular, Kell suggests they join him at the Red Roc.
The five of you meet just inside the door of the Red Roc Inn. The place looks to be a favourite of guardsmen and constables and other semi-officials with a martial air. The room is dominated by the huge head of a roc, an eagle-like bird but larger than an elephant. Beneath it is a two-handed sword. The bar rests on the two claws of the beast, and the chairs and couches are all stuffed with the bird's feathers. There are a few tables free, but most are filled with men eating and drinking. Behind the bar is a large, hardbitten fighting man, and waitresses scurry about. There are no demi-humans in the place, and a few look around, annoyed, at the bellowing dwarf
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Lastly, he'll see about the price of a riding horse with saddle.
In the village outside, a riding horse is 40, and a saddle is 25
Looks like a riding horse is all Asta can afford, and probably the most useful purchase considering everyone else is mounted. He'll wait until the party is about to head out of town before making the buy.
At this point, he'll return to the Signing Mountain Inn, discover everyone else missing, and then start hitting bars in town until he finds his companions.
At the mention of orcs, Einarr's eyes glaze over as if he is looking at a far off place. "Zounds!", he cries, looking first at his hands, and then turning to his new companions, "truly Nike has smiled upon her humble servant - the first steps toward fulfilling the prophecy are at hand! I would seek to slay these orcs and rid the land of this scourge! Glorious Victory awaits the bold! Let us not shirk our noble destiny!"