Café de Nuit

I do like you, even though you are a jerk at times. You need help, and I can help you. And I can't go home for at least one hundred and thirty two years, unless the Mists return me to the right place and time. So I either go crazy and run through every patch of fog I see, hole up in some piss-poor ...

OOC: Craft (weaponsmithing) roll 1= 15+6= 21
roll 2=10+6=16
rol l3=12+6=18

Do I need to make any more rolls?

Ingrid sits at the "workbench" she's set up. It's little more than some crates she's shoved together in the hold and covered with some sailcloth, but it will do for now. She has her crossbow apart in front of her, and a large collection of springs and gears. I need to load bolts faster. It...

Ingrid sits in John's pack, next to Squeakers. She is currently a ball of fluffy rage.

Ingrid searches through her cooking supplies. Hmm. sausage, journeybread, sauerkraut, horseradish...and some leftover honeyvomb! I'll make a sauerkraut and sausage stew, and we can have some honey with the bread. She glances at the girl and her father. I hope you like Borcan sausage; it's the only k...

Ingrid, holding the reigns of the wagon, turns back and says in a low voice. There are travelers up ahead. One of them has a mountain lion walking beside him Could he be akin to poor Benjy? Perhaps we should ask him, but then again, I can't imagine wolves and cats care much for each other.

OOC: Then I'll switch to red. Red for the blood on her hands! Mwa ha ha ha ha! I'd appreciate that. I need to learn how to recognize spellcasters, so that they can be disabled more quickly. I also need to know the capabilities and limits of magic, so that I can have a better idea of what you and oth...

The recovery of Basil's body, or its destruction if it is animate, can wait. The dead don't get deader. If someone you love is in danger, and you need my skills to help save him or her, I will go. Ingrid gently runs her fingers through her hair, then suddenly cups them around something. As for the ...

Ingrid shakes her head. I think you're wrong on both accounts. The people of Lamordia are much more fearless than those of Barovia or Borca, at least from what I've seen. We are always experimenting, trying to explore the unknown. And if the product of the experiment is an abomination, we deal with ...

There is a difference, I've learned. Most anyone can ride in a cart or use a sword, albeit not very well at first. From what I've seen, not everyone can use magic. I certainly can't! Ingrid stirs the pot over the campfire, mixing the meat Benjy brought back with the sauerkraut. I think that's why L...

"I apologize then. It seems that I have developed a nasty tendency to lash out at those around me when frustrated and frightened. As childish as it sounds, I did it at the time because part of me was blaming you for getting arrested. I'll have to watch myself closely so I won't go about blaming...

Ingrid walks up to the two of them, shaking a set of bells lightly in one hand. "Do either of you know what these are about? I found them under my pillow this morning. It really creeps me out if somebody managed to put them there while I was asleep." She stares at John intently, looking fo...

Ingrid drifts among the town's visitors and natives alike, listening to the conversations, searching for things that might be of interest to herself and her companions. She was becoming increasing aware of how different places, and their people, were from Lamordia. In Lamordia, if any of the constab...

Ingrid squirms a bit before pretending to yield. She looks around. How many men are present? Can she determine any idea of the hierarchy? And what does the location look like?