[ The proprietress of this particular establishment is Janess Imristar, an outgoing and perpetually bubbly human. She grins at them with a vibrant smile despite their disheveled appearances — travelers are common at The Spouting Fish, given its opportune location so close to the gates, so a little bit of blood and bruising doesn't faze her. Astarion stares back blankly, too exhausted from having to (gasp!) jog that he no longer has the energy to return her smile with one of her own. ]
Oh, we aren't working, [ he replies, uttering the word 'work' with the sort of disgust usually reserved for less banal things. ]
But perhaps there is something you might be able to provide us. We're searching for a man called, ah. [ Ugh. This is embarrassing. Flatly: ] The 'Wizard of Waterdeep'. [ Janess stares back just as blankly. ] Awful beard, yea tall, hair dangerously approaching a mullet?
[ "That could be nearly anyone in this town, I'm afraid," Janess replies. ]
He has a wizard tower of some sort. I assume it's an eyesore.
[ A moment of thought, then— "Oh!" she says, recognition entering her expression. "I may know the building you're referring to." A pause, then she adds, slyly, "...But that sort of information is for customers only!" ]
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Oh, we aren't working, [ he replies, uttering the word 'work' with the sort of disgust usually reserved for less banal things. ]
But perhaps there is something you might be able to provide us. We're searching for a man called, ah. [ Ugh. This is embarrassing. Flatly: ] The 'Wizard of Waterdeep'. [ Janess stares back just as blankly. ] Awful beard, yea tall, hair dangerously approaching a mullet?
[ "That could be nearly anyone in this town, I'm afraid," Janess replies. ]
He has a wizard tower of some sort. I assume it's an eyesore.
[ A moment of thought, then— "Oh!" she says, recognition entering her expression. "I may know the building you're referring to." A pause, then she adds, slyly, "...But that sort of information is for customers only!" ]