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<blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6759918" data-attributes="member: 6677509"><p><strong>Billanverthorne, Burrai, Elloral</strong></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000FF"><strong><em>Earlier</em></strong>_____________________________________</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><em>Vanlen apologizes if he gave offense and immediately moves away from your table. Elloral looks at you with guilty eyes. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Elloral:</strong> <span style="color: #800080">"I'm sorry Burrai, bumping into him was such a surprise I didn't think to explain anything. Vanlen was never told of your families death because, as you know, dwarves don't go around speaking of such tragedies to outsiders. Family business is private business. I should have anticipated his questions."</span> </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you shrug it off she continues. <span style="color: #800080">"If you feel like talking to him again he's selling goods in the east market. Hes got pretty good connections in the merchant trade now. He's also some sort of wizards apprentice, I guess that's what he meant all this time when he referred to his master."</span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The pair of you eat lunch while you explain the arrangements you made for Rol. The rest of the day passes quickly. Before long the sun sets, and still there is no sign of Avar... </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><span style="color: #0000FF"><em><strong>Now_____________________________________</strong></em></span></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><img src="http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/crowsontheskulls/World%20of%20Sion/Places/Putyuks%20Rooms.png~original" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>As you push your way through the entrance it is clear to you that most of these patrons are poor men of rude taste who stink of hard labor and hard lives. Their eyes do not linger long past your breastplate armor and greatsword however. Intimidating things for common thugs to be sure. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The interior of the common room is cramped with tables and booths. The owner clearly never wanted the inn to go wanting for available seating. He is behind the bar at this moment serving drinks and jabbering at the help. He is a squat, chinless, round-faced Okian with black, expressionless eyes and a perpetually scowling mouth. Putyuk’s long hair hangs low down his back and over his shoulders. He wears a stained apron and a pair of strange knives tucked through his belt.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>Another Okian, much taller, with a heaver-build stands beside the kitchen door. He wears a loose tunic beneath a ring mail shirt, sleeves rolled up revealing large forearms crisscrossed with scars. His hair is also long and black. Around his neck is a necklace bearing large tusks from a sea lion. On his waist he carries a strange knife, along with a large cudgel made from some creatures leg bone. He eyes you with similarly expressionless eyes and a deep scowl.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>You estimate there are at least thirty people spread out in this common room, which is warmed more by their own numbers than the single hearth at the far end. A table maid stops before you on her way back to the kitchen carrying a tray stacked with used cutlery and dirtied plates. She is neither pretty, nor polite, as she states. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>Table Maid:</strong> <span style="color: #808080">"Sit where you like."</span> Before she pushes her way through the kitchen door. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The bar is no place to properly observe the room in this crowded establishment, you will have to meander through the tables looking for Burrai. It helps at least that you are freakishly tall compared to most elves. You spot him at last seated at the far end of the room near the hearth. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>There is an adjoining table with an open seat that looks like it might offer a chance to eavesdrop, though in truth there appears to be no point. Burrai sits silent as a stone, eyes focused on the flames of the hearth. His companion meanwhile, the older dwarven woman, calmly reads a tome.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>(Fate Pool Spot Check: = 19)</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>However, while it might seem there is nothing worth listening too at Burrai's table, you notice a strange pair observing them from a booth. Both are careful to avoid looking like they are looking, but since you are doing the exact same thing you find it easy to spot. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>They are both dressed in cloaks, carrying no obvious weapons. One is an Akhenaten man, the other is a woman who differs slightly in looks and complexion being Neferese. They speak to each other every now and then to appear as if they are carrying on a conversation, but if they speak of anything at all it must be some plot.</em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em>The man and woman aren't far apart in age, but you would not guess them to be a couple. Neither appears to be particularly happy or delighted with the company of the other. Rather, it seems, they are merely waiting, and watching. </em></p><p><em></em></p><p><em><strong>[Billanverthorne:</strong> What do you do?<strong>]</strong></em></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="narayan, post: 6759918, member: 6677509"] [b]Billanverthorne, Burrai, Elloral[/b] [COLOR=#0000FF][B][I]Earlier[/I][/B]_____________________________________[/COLOR] [I]Vanlen apologizes if he gave offense and immediately moves away from your table. Elloral looks at you with guilty eyes. [B]Elloral:[/B] [COLOR=#800080]"I'm sorry Burrai, bumping into him was such a surprise I didn't think to explain anything. Vanlen was never told of your families death because, as you know, dwarves don't go around speaking of such tragedies to outsiders. Family business is private business. I should have anticipated his questions."[/COLOR] As you shrug it off she continues. [COLOR=#800080]"If you feel like talking to him again he's selling goods in the east market. Hes got pretty good connections in the merchant trade now. He's also some sort of wizards apprentice, I guess that's what he meant all this time when he referred to his master."[/COLOR] The pair of you eat lunch while you explain the arrangements you made for Rol. The rest of the day passes quickly. Before long the sun sets, and still there is no sign of Avar... [COLOR=#0000FF][I][B]Now_____________________________________[/B][/I][/COLOR] [IMG]http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/crowsontheskulls/World%20of%20Sion/Places/Putyuks%20Rooms.png~original[/IMG] As you push your way through the entrance it is clear to you that most of these patrons are poor men of rude taste who stink of hard labor and hard lives. Their eyes do not linger long past your breastplate armor and greatsword however. Intimidating things for common thugs to be sure. The interior of the common room is cramped with tables and booths. The owner clearly never wanted the inn to go wanting for available seating. He is behind the bar at this moment serving drinks and jabbering at the help. He is a squat, chinless, round-faced Okian with black, expressionless eyes and a perpetually scowling mouth. Putyuk’s long hair hangs low down his back and over his shoulders. He wears a stained apron and a pair of strange knives tucked through his belt. Another Okian, much taller, with a heaver-build stands beside the kitchen door. He wears a loose tunic beneath a ring mail shirt, sleeves rolled up revealing large forearms crisscrossed with scars. His hair is also long and black. Around his neck is a necklace bearing large tusks from a sea lion. On his waist he carries a strange knife, along with a large cudgel made from some creatures leg bone. He eyes you with similarly expressionless eyes and a deep scowl. You estimate there are at least thirty people spread out in this common room, which is warmed more by their own numbers than the single hearth at the far end. A table maid stops before you on her way back to the kitchen carrying a tray stacked with used cutlery and dirtied plates. She is neither pretty, nor polite, as she states. [B]Table Maid:[/B] [COLOR=#808080]"Sit where you like."[/COLOR] Before she pushes her way through the kitchen door. The bar is no place to properly observe the room in this crowded establishment, you will have to meander through the tables looking for Burrai. It helps at least that you are freakishly tall compared to most elves. You spot him at last seated at the far end of the room near the hearth. There is an adjoining table with an open seat that looks like it might offer a chance to eavesdrop, though in truth there appears to be no point. Burrai sits silent as a stone, eyes focused on the flames of the hearth. His companion meanwhile, the older dwarven woman, calmly reads a tome. (Fate Pool Spot Check: = 19) However, while it might seem there is nothing worth listening too at Burrai's table, you notice a strange pair observing them from a booth. Both are careful to avoid looking like they are looking, but since you are doing the exact same thing you find it easy to spot. They are both dressed in cloaks, carrying no obvious weapons. One is an Akhenaten man, the other is a woman who differs slightly in looks and complexion being Neferese. They speak to each other every now and then to appear as if they are carrying on a conversation, but if they speak of anything at all it must be some plot. The man and woman aren't far apart in age, but you would not guess them to be a couple. Neither appears to be particularly happy or delighted with the company of the other. Rather, it seems, they are merely waiting, and watching. [B][Billanverthorne:[/B] What do you do?[B]][/B][/I] [/QUOTE]
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