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Post by jamondashwood on Jan 12, 2006 15:14:57 GMT -5
Jervis watches both of them exit the inn. He didn't much care about the innkeeper or the exchange between he and the armored man. None of this was getting him any closer to his thesis.
He goes back to his table and gathers the rest of his pages and his inkwell. He picks up the flower brushing the wilted peddles into a small pouch and sticking the stem behind his ear like a woman might have worn a flower in bloom. The effect is quite interesting as from within the dark shadows granted by his hood is the very tip of a wilted flower extending beyond the shadow's reach.
He goes to the bar and places enough coin on the bar to pay for the two drinks he had today. Even if the bartender didn't find it immediately his conscience was cleaner this way.
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Post by DM Cyphus on Jan 12, 2006 15:23:03 GMT -5
The night is clear outside and the streets are practically empty. Businesses have closed up for the evening, and off in the distance you can see a patrolling city guard. Other than that, the four of you are alone.
((I'm assuming that Kesson will follow. If not, this can be corrected later.))
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Post by lawfather on Jan 12, 2006 15:38:58 GMT -5
Once outside Soril nods in a satisfied way now that the man in the inn seemed willing to see the logic of not being where your enemies might find you.
The guards up ahead did not worry him overly so. Disturbances and bar fights in the Do Drop were far from uncommon. So instead he turns to the three adventures as they exit. "May the flames of passion burn eternal in your hearts and spirits."
As if this is some sort of saying he expected a response to, he waited a moment before finally giving up on the fact that they might have been enlightened upon the firelord's teaching. "I have found if your enemies know where you are, it is a good time to be somewhere else. There is an inn further north. Not nearly so fine as the Do Drop." calling the 'Do Drop' a 'fine inn' might give you an idea of the quality of inn he was talking about. "But it's affordable and I've never seen the likes of Highbringer dane to come there."
His invitation extended he begins walking northward loosing the mace in the hoop upon his hip. One must always be wary.
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Post by delkar on Jan 12, 2006 15:41:26 GMT -5
"I'll buy the first round." Arelian says to the group.
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Post by jamondashwood on Jan 12, 2006 15:56:15 GMT -5
Jervis is feeling the ale by now. He is small and two pints in him even with the food he had in his belly was making things hard. As Jack offered to buy the first round he almost wretched thinking about what the extra alcohol would do in his tiny system. He walked heavily upon his staff down the street following the armor clad man that seems to be leading them deeper into the more dangerous part of the city.
Fortunately he found his small legs could more than keep up with the armored man's speed so he didn't have much fear of becoming lost.
"Yes," he says to no one "I do think that man would have killed someone. He looked like he wanted to kill several." He paused a moment in his slightly slurred speech. "I don't care if you thought his armor was pretty. Still a rather rude man."
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Post by DM Cyphus on Jan 12, 2006 16:05:31 GMT -5
The inn to the north was indeed the closest. The walk in the cool night air was invigorating, to say the least. The weather had stayed fairly warm, and precipitation hadn't been an issue for over a week now. No one disturbed the foursome as they walked, though a few passing guards did offer a nod here and there, if not an amused look at the men escorting a half-drunken Gnome.
Once they managed to arrive at The Wayfarer. The Blairs of Illul, the governing family of nobles in that city, had started to open Wayfarer Inns all across True Lantan. For a reasonable percentage of the Inns profits, the Blairs found locals in nearly every Lantanese city to operate the Wayfarers in exchange for startup costs. It was a tossup, generally, as to whether the management at any particular Wayfarer was decent, let alone their room and board. None, of course, compared to the Wayfarer in Illul, a three-building complex with a fine dining restaurant and a dedicated tavern four times the size of the Do Drop.
This particular Wayfarer was rather basic. The two story building could probably accomodate about six rooms worth of guests on the top floor, four on the ground floor and about twenty or so folks in the small tavern also located on the ground floor...and that would have been crowded.
"Come in, me friends. Have a seat at the bar and tell me what old Stonewater can get for ya," the cheerful, red-haired dwarf with a fiery long beard exclaimed upon seeing the men, "we could use the company, and your coin!"
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Post by lawfather on Jan 12, 2006 16:14:53 GMT -5
Serol entered the inn quickly followed by the others. He nodded to the innkeeper and said nothing about his use for their coin. "A table near the fire." he said to the dwarf already making his way the table closest to the fire burning in the hearth.
He waited only long enough to adjust his mace so he could sit comfortably then sat his eyes focused for the moment on the dancing flames of the fire.
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Post by delkar on Jan 12, 2006 16:17:47 GMT -5
"We'd like four rooms for the night, the others will order what they like...send me a mixed drink...hmm...something with whisky in it." Arelain said taking a seat.
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Post by jamondashwood on Jan 12, 2006 16:19:56 GMT -5
Jervis gives the Innkeeper a weak smile and mumbles something about a room. He then turns his head and says rather angilly, "Absolutly not! We will have one room. One. I am not making that mistake again."
(OOC: for anyone familiar with the gnome it's clear he's aruging with his voices again... but the innkeeper might not understand why he turned his head and shouted about "one room".)
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Post by DM Cyphus on Jan 12, 2006 16:26:31 GMT -5
"Riiight..." The Dwarf eyes the Gnome curiously. "Perhaps no more for the wee one, there. We'll kindly set you up with some rooms. My best ones up top are already taken by some of my regular visitors, but I'll be happy to set you up with our rooms down here."
"And as for you," he says in a jokingly serious tone to Arelian, "Would that be Dwarven whiskey yer lookin' to be drinkin'...or would ya be lookin' for something with less of a bite?"
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Post by delkar on Jan 12, 2006 16:28:46 GMT -5
"Any other time my friend...I would take you up on your offer...but alas I shall have to go with the watered down whiskey tonight." Arelian replied sheepishly.
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Post by jamondashwood on Jan 12, 2006 16:30:39 GMT -5
Jervis scoffs at the insult and considers turning the dwarf to a cinder. But he remembered the Universities position on killing a humanoid in any way not dictated by absolute necessity. Not even for research.
Jervis simply considers the man quite lucky. He heads off down the hallway and opens the first door he feels good about. Evidently, this will be the gnomes room... hopefully anyone inhabiting it already will.... understand?
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Post by lawfather on Jan 12, 2006 16:34:15 GMT -5
The cleric pulls his eyes away from the fire long enough to watch the gnome leave. He had said nothing about the black cloaked gnome so far but there were already several questions in his mind.
"It is a strange company you keep, Master Jack. How is it, that you came across such a strange fellow? Or ran afoul of Highbringer and his Blades?"
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Post by DM Cyphus on Jan 12, 2006 16:40:25 GMT -5
"Aye," he nods with a humored tone that suggests he didn't think you could handle it anyway, "best to keep yer wits about ya."
He takes orders and requests from all who have them. When he notices the Gnome stumbling in the direction of the rooms, he rushes to the nearest door in an almost comical manner, and leaves it open a crack for ease of opening. After seeing the Gnome is safe in the room with the door closed, he returns to filling the drink orders.
After a moment, he drops the drinks off at the table along with four keys. In a hushed voice, obviously hoping not to be an interruption for the guests, he explains, "This one belongs to the wee one. I'd have given it to him, but it seems he was in a bit of a rush. I'll place these on a tab and we can settle up in the morning. Flag me down if ya be needin' anything else, now. Oh," he looks to Arelian, "a little cider and whiskey for ya. If ya like we can put a little of the Elven Rum we have in the next one for ya. Not a big fan of Elven drinks, but that perticular concoction isn't too shabby."
With that, he bows slightly and heads back behind the bar to chat and serve the six drunk men at the counter. Occasionally, one of the six men gets up, leaves a pile of coins and walks out the front door with a warm, drunken farewell to Stonewater and the rest.
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Post by delkar on Jan 12, 2006 16:42:34 GMT -5
"I've been going over that in my mind myself...I was simply enjoying a nice mug of ale...when highbringer and a woman starting yelling at one another. Obviously I was content to let it go, but highbringer quickly escalated it by going for his sword...I stepped in and attempted to clean up the matter...and all the while it did stop any bloodshed, it has us in the situtation we are in now." Arelian said
"After the fact the woman, offered us a job to escort herself, her family and a shipment of silk to Lethar which I accepted, I recuited the two individuals you see here...though there is repute of the gnome being a mage of sorts...and I for one do not pretend to understand mages at all...they are of a different breed."
"Say...we are looking for another to join us while guarding the caravan, care to join us? The rate is five pieces a day."
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