nagpurpolice Chapter 4, 4-person team, accomplished!
Chapter 4, 4-person team, accomplished!
Ronan strolled toward the seemingly unruly monk.
"Hey, friend," Ronan greeted the monk.
The monk, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, looked at Ronan.
"What is it?" The monk took a sip of wine and burped.
Ronan immediately got straight to the point and explained his mission.
"How much?" the monk asked, letting out another burp. At the same time, he subconsciously touched the money pouch at his waist and found that there were only two copper coins left inside.
Ronan said, "There's no notice posted yet; we'll have to discuss it with the fishermen. However, I can get you the best possible compensation."
The monk's hazy, drunken eyes widened slightly as he looked at Ronan's appearance and asked, "Are you a professional?"
Ronan nodded and replied, "A sorcerer."
"Just as I expected." The monk clicked his tongue and sat up straighter.
In Forgotten Realms, the warlock's affability is almost universally acknowledged among professionals.
Some adventurer groups like to bring warlocks into their teams, so that when facing employers who issue quests, the warlocks can use their affability to secure greater benefits for the team.
Moreover, in some situations, with a sorcerer present, the problem can be solved without lifting a finger.
The monks deduced Ronan's profession from his appearance and affable demeanor.
"Count me in," the monk said. "Any other teammates?"
"There will be some eventually." Ronan glanced at the crowd in the tavern.
"We'll wait for your message." The monk understood and continued drinking.
Ronan didn't waste any words to bring a monk into the group, which boosted his confidence. He then walked toward Pastor Woking.
He had already figured out how to persuade Reverend Woking.
Reverend Woking was always greedy for money, and he would usually agree if he said he could get more benefits from his employer.
Just as Ronan approached Reverend Woking, the portly, blond-haired priest turned around and chuckled, "Friend, looking for teammates?"
Then, he patted the high stool next to him and said, "Friend, sit here."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to the bartender and said, "Ellis, another ale."
Ronan became wary of Reverend Woking's overly solicitous manner.
This is Baldur's Gate, comparable to Forgotten Gotham. While they might not necessarily cut off kidneys, it's possible they'd drug people and sell them to red-robed sorcerers who enjoy human experimentation.
"Relax, my friend," Reverend Woking said, noticing Ronan's slightly slower pace. "I've been watching you ever since you started talking to that drunken friend. It's rare to find someone so approachable, so I got a little excited."
"You know, having a friendly person in the team can save a lot of trouble and bring in a lot more money."
"I've been taking risks for years, and I've always needed a teammate like this."
"If this collaboration goes well, I hope we can team up long-term."
Hearing this, Ronan's vigilance lessened slightly, and then he saw Ellen Ellis, the half-elf owner of Elf Song, bring over a glass of ale.
"Please, my friend," said Reverend Woking.
From the moment he started, Ronan watched as the owner, Allen Ellis, turned on the tap on the barrel and filled the large wooden cups with ale.
Alan Ellis has been running Baldur's Gate for years, and his Elven Song Tavern is very popular. There is absolutely no need for him to collude with a level 1 priest.
Thinking of this, Ronan picked up the large wooden cup and took a sip of ale.
Instantly, the aroma of malt filled my mouth.
"What mission have you received, my friend?" Reverend Woking asked.
Ronan immediately told them about the Shahua fish people in the Haita neighborhood.
"Okay, I'll join. Let's start our friendship here," Reverend Woking readily agreed.
"Cheers!" Reverend Woking raised the large wooden cup in his hand.
Ronan then raised his large wooden cup and clinked it with his, before drinking the malt liquor.
"We already have a monk as a teammate, I need to find another one," Ronan said, putting down his large wooden cup.
He walked toward the drow elf who was sitting alone at a table.
As he approached the drow elf, he could clearly feel the drow elf's body tense up.
Although Baldur's Gate is extremely inclusive, the drow elves remain a notorious race.
Even in Baldur's Gate, humans still harbor prejudices against drow elves.
Moreover, this drow elf may have traveled to other human cities, or may have been attacked by humans, so he is very wary of humans.
"Hello, my friend." Ronan walked over and greeted him, unconsciously adopting the tone of Reverend Woking.
Although Reverend Woking was not as charismatic as Ronan, he was a sociable person whose tone of voice was likely trained and sounded very friendly and pleasant, which made Ronan unconsciously imitate him.
"Hello." The drow elf nodded and responded in the common language of Faerûn, his grip on the large wooden cup tightening slightly.
It was then that Ronan realized that the drow elf was a woman.
Aside from the fact that the voice was female, at this distance, Ronan could see the lower half of the drow elf's face exposed outside the shadow of the hood.
The lower half of her face has small, sexy lips and a smooth jawline, making her look like a work of art.
Ronan then told the story of the Shahua fish people in the Haita neighborhood.
He felt that as a paladin who had sworn an oath of devotion, he would help even without reward.
Sure enough, as soon as he mentioned it, the drow elf agreed without hesitation.
"How about I call the rest of my teammates over?" Ronan asked.
The drow elf asked in a slightly weak voice, "Do they have prejudice against drow elves?"
Ronan thought to himself that the drow elves' concerns were reasonable, after all, not everyone in this world could accept drow elves.
Because of the many bloody things the drow elves had done in the past, humans had labeled the entire race as cruel and vicious.
Although some drow elves, such as the legendary drow elf Drizzt Du'erden, known as the "Hero of the North," are even more virtuous than some humans.
But that was an exception; most drow elves were bloodthirsty and cruel.
If the monk and Priest Wojn cannot accept this drow elf, they will not be able to be teammates.
Ronan immediately turned around and told Reverend Woking and the monk about it.
Both of them said they didn't mind.
Ronan then called two people to sit at a table with the drow elves.
Ronan looked at the group of people at the table.
The restless drow elf, the drunken monk, the pot-bellied priest Woking, and him—a simply dressed fisherman.
It looks awkward no matter how you look at it.
But in any case, a team of professionals with an average level of 1 has finally been formed.
The four of them each gave their names.
—The monk's name is "Ramir Skyshadow", the priest Woking's name is "Cuthbert Ironstar", and the drow's name is "Thrath Nightshade".
After some conversation, it was learned that the monk Ramir and the priest Cuthbert had the most extensive adventure experience.
But the monk Ramir clearly didn't want to use his brain, so the adventurer team was temporarily led by the priest Cuthbert of Woking.
The four discussed the details of their adventure, agreed on three rules, and then left the tavern, heading towards the Haita district.
They planned to meet with their employer, inquire about the situation of the Shahua fish people, and then make further plans.
After all, intelligence is extremely important, as it often determines the outcome of a battle.
Some clever adventurer teams learn about the monsters and use this information to formulate battle plans, then execute those plans, sometimes even quickly defeating monsters much stronger than their own.