3 Tarsakh 1492 – The barricaded door became the subject of much discussion among my companions, as they pondered what the hasty fortification might portend. Some wondered if perhaps the duergar and his tattooed ally had trapped something or someone inside the room beyond and were preventing its escape—we hadn’t yet found Floon, after all—while others argued that the door might lead deeper into the sewers and was preventing something else from getting in. Clearly still star-struck by the astonishingly stout halfling, Pop lamented Patty’s abrupt departure from our company, as she’d proven herself more than a match for another stubborn door this night.
Tag: Durnan
3 Tarsakh 1492, Waterdeep – Per my agreement with the proprietor, Durnan, any would-be adventurers who entered the taproom but seemed too inexperienced to brave the depths of Undermountain were invited to join my table, and by the time my set drew to a close, there were six such individuals seated around the table, waiting for the meal and drink I promised in exchange for their entertainment of my proposal. I bid my bandmates farewell—erstwhile, I should say, for I think I shall not need return to busking at the Yawning Portal again!—and then joined the motley crew before me.
3 Tarsakh 1492, Waterdeep – My name is Shadriel Silverwillow, a humble bard with a grand vision: to witness the exploits of a group of adventurers and record their deeds for the sake of history, for many similar stories are known only through third-hand accounts and rumors, and so rarely told by direct witness. To that end, many tendays ago, I returned to the place of my birth, the legendary shining jewel of the Sword Coast: Waterdeep, the city where many great heroes have found adventure and fame. Once inside the gates, I set my sights on a destination which embodies that daring spirit, the Yawning Portal Tavern.