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Post by Zeric on Sept 19, 2007 19:48:42 GMT
Zeric awaited the Innkeeper's reply and then jerked his thumb to Cathmhaol, "He'll settle up with you..."
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 19, 2007 20:55:33 GMT
Very droll," said Cathmhaol, stepping up behind Zeric and nodging him in the back of the knee. As the mage yelped and grabbed ahold of the bar for balance, Cathmhaol said, "Three beers. Two wines. Five meals. Three bedrooms. We'll be sat over there," he nodded to vacant table, turned around and went to sit down.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 19, 2007 21:55:22 GMT
The barman smiles,
"Aye. It will be the Waterdhavian Ale ye'll be wanting, the stew and the imported wine? Will it?"
Without waiting for an answer the man turns around and starts pumping the Ale. Before long three pints of ale, two goblets of a rose coloured wine and five bowls of stew appear on the bar, the barman trundles over and places it on the table in front of you.
"I'm afraid theres only two rooms tonight, both doubles though. ye might have to double up." he wanders off again without waiting for a reply, seemingly tired at the whole conversation.
The inn is rather chilly the cold spring wind blowing through, the building like a knife through butter. It dimly lit interior is not very welcoming and the locals seem to be happy to acknowledge your presence, but are hardly what you'd call welcoming. The food isn't much better, the stew being made from some indeterminable stringy white meat and served with adequate amounts of rather smelly onion bread. The ale itself seems watered down and the wine isn't much better.
Nimen sighs
"Ive always hated this place, its never been that welcoming. The food though is filling, if nothing else and it beats sleeping in the open. If you want a hand crossbow, he does them here. They are difficult to get anywhere else." she takes a sip of the wine, smiles saying
"So how do we do the sleeping arrangements ?"
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Post by Dace on Sept 20, 2007 8:06:48 GMT
Dace smiled at his travelling companion. As far as he was concerned, she was in charge and he would do whatever she asked. He commented but once on the hand crossbow, simply a "Well, when I get paid, it's something I'd like to get." he smiled.
He waited patiently until the food and drink arrived and took his share, eating and drinking in moderation.
"So, you said you're a part of a group known as the Daggers?" Dace asked Zeric, wiping his fingers on a napkin he acquired from somewhere.
"Where are the rest of your friends? Are there many of you?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 20, 2007 9:05:19 GMT
Dace smiled at his travelling companion. As far as he was concerned, she was in charge and he would do whatever she asked. He commented but once on the hand crossbow, simply a "Well, when I get paid, it's something I'd like to get." he smiled. she smiled |
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Post by Dace on Sept 20, 2007 9:52:26 GMT
Dace smiled at his travelling companion. As far as he was concerned, she was in charge and he would do whatever she asked. He commented but once on the hand crossbow, simply a "Well, when I get paid, it's something I'd like to get." he smiled. she smiled Dace grimaced. "Well. Not this trip. Not for that price." |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 20, 2007 21:10:00 GMT
Dace smiled at his travelling companion. As far as he was concerned, she was in charge and he would do whatever she asked. He commented but once on the hand crossbow, simply a "Well, when I get paid, it's something I'd like to get." he smiled. He waited patiently until the food and drink arrived and took his share, eating and drinking in moderation. "So, you said you're a part of a group known as the Daggers?" Dace asked Zeric, wiping his fingers on a napkin he acquired from somewhere. "Where are the rest of your friends? Are there many of you?" said Cathmhaol, stirring his stew suspiciously. "We've left some o' the lads lookin' after the Duchess. She didna' want any more than me, Zeric and Vane to come lookin' f' the bandits."He stop stirring the stew and looked up, "Anyway, who's shackin' up wi' who tonight?" |
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Post by Dungeon Master on Sept 20, 2007 21:28:46 GMT
"Ill have one room, the rest of you can have the other. " Answered Nimen whilst eating her stew.
"After this Ill be off to bed. You can decide amongst you who gets the floor" she continued pointing to her stew with her spoon
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Post by Zeric on Sept 21, 2007 0:03:30 GMT
Zeric picked at the stew, but ate his bread and sipped the terrible wine, making it last, "Whatever you say, my Lady. I think a hand crossbow is a bit too rich for my budget. I shall also retire; I need the rest for my magic to be effective. But first, I think, I shall see what information I can garner from the local dullards."
With that, he pushed the barely-touched bowl of stew away and stood, looking around for a likely local.
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Post by Dace on Sept 21, 2007 11:04:31 GMT
Dace smiled as Zeric stood, shrugged, and finished his meal.
"You can have the bed if you like. You or the 'caster. I'm happy with the floor."
When he began to feel tired, Dace got his gear and went upstairs, throwing his stuff down in a corner and laying out his bedrool. His pack he used for a pillow, his smock and cloak for blankets.
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Post by Vane Harumpthal on Sept 21, 2007 12:05:35 GMT
"Aye, there are four of us tho'. So Ill take the floor as well, or even the stables if any o' ye complain. " grumbled the not-so-smelly priest.
"ye know, being this clean ain' that bad, but the bugs are complaining." He scratched his head hard, then looked at his semi clean fingernails.
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Post by Zeric on Sept 21, 2007 13:46:10 GMT
OOC: Hello Paul Vane!  |
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Post by Vane Harumpthal on Sept 21, 2007 15:01:53 GMT
OOC - I have no idea what you are talking about 
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Post by Zeric on Sept 21, 2007 17:52:07 GMT
OOC: Oh, sorry - thought you were someone else, mate!  |
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Post by Cathmhaol on Sept 22, 2007 20:45:00 GMT
Catmhaol took a few more mouthfuls of the stew but pulled a face and pushed it away. He bit into the bread and sat chewing it quietly.
He looked around the room wearily, wondering why anyone would want to live in such an obviously dreary place. It reminded him all to well of his town of birth and he couldn't wait to get out of there either.
He finished his ale and stood up. "I'll bid ye g'dnight," he said, and he headed for the stairs to his room.
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