"Jacob! You're alive! Quickly, take father, before the drow see us. They're hunting us!" and extends the urn towards the beggar, "You're not Jacob! Thief! Thief!" and runs away and hides once again in the shadows.
Ran knows that the spirit has chosen not to move on for some reason. Sometimes resolving that reason will convince the spirit to move on but other times, the spirit stubbornly wishes to stay with no possible resolution.As night falls on the manor, Ran takes count of what he's heard about ghosts.
[I guess a religion check? 16]
Ran debates leaving to deal with this in the morning. He takes a moment to light a candle and sprinkle a circle of whatever he can around him.
"So whudda think guys? Don't suppose onna your gods could sweep this up nice n' quick huh?" Ran gestures to Marten and Charity vaguely. "Be a shame to let a hive of scum and villainy like this go to waste 'cause some jag won't go into the light"
The knight enters, looking around with a grim expression but says nothing. When offered a chair, she says, "Thank you, I'll stand. This armor is...restrictive."
She gets to the point quickly, "I represent the temple of Tyr in a loose faction of like-minded individuals with the goal of seeking out and squashing the evil influences in and around Waterdeep. We are not the only group with such goals but our methods are holy and honor-bound by our connection to the gods. Lord Neverember...the younger one, not his father the traitor...has publicly praised your rescue of him and the two of you might be a good fit for our organization. Ours will probably not be the only such invitation, but we hope our prompt appearance will give us extra consideration. If you feel our goals align with yours, we will arrange a short sweating in ceremony and I will present you with your first task. If you have any questions, I will do my best to answer them but I am primarily here to present our offer before others can do so as well."
Charity shoots Ran a funny look at the sudden message in her head. <"You know, people might be less suspicious of you if you didn't explicitly deny doing very specific things."> That said, she turns back to Savra. "Um - what exactly does the Order...do? Seeking and squashing evil's a bit general. Forgive me, I'm not very versed in the organizations around the world. I'm just wondering why you think we'd be a good fit, is all."
The knight nods. "Those are excellent questions," she says. "Lately we have been dealing with the Zhentarim gang. But we also have tracked down a serial murderer and broken up a band of drug peddlers. Our goals are noble, I assure you. The preferred methods of Tyr and Helm are perhaps a bit more militant than those followers of the other gods. I urge you to consider my offer, even as you no doubt receive others."Marten nods at Charity.
"Goals an stuff are all well and good. I'm more wantin to know what kind of tasks you have in mind. My Gran always said that if'n you wanna know a man, you look at what does, not what he says. Lathander has put me on this path for a reason, so I'll hear you out. So, what is it exactly that you do? And what is it you expect us to do."
The guard grunts. "How much of a loan do you need?"Brad looks at the guard and smiles, "We are looking for assistance in a business venture. We heard that someone here may be able to help." (Persuasion if necessary 17)
"We are the Order of the Gauntlet," the knight says. "And I am Savra Belabranta."Marten considers the knights words. "T'be honest, I don't know why Lathander chose me. I'm a practical man, and have no issue using my mace to solve a problem. And I've seen that the poor folk of this city struggle more with temptation and crime more than those of better means. I don't have much time for high falutin' philosophies. Sounds like your group feels much the same way. It got a name? Wouldn't mind havin' your name either, seein' how you seem to know us right proper.
And 'sides all that, your group legal? Official? If you're takin' up arms against evildoers, that's all well and good. But I ain't goin' be doin' nobody any good from behind the bars of a gaol cell."