Fine, I'll pay in advance, one night at a time." answers Eton. He pick up five silver out of his purse and put it on the table. "I'll take your gourmet meal now. Food on boats is too dried and salty, my stomach ask me for something better."
Eton walks to an empty table. He removes the crossbow of his back and put on the ground, leaning against the table. By habits, he put it at hand reach. He sits down and lay back on his seat. The fresh and salty air of the sea have tired him and he closes his eyes and rest for a moment, waiting for his food.
I think I'll take a day of break. Just relaxing, it will do me so much good. thinks Eton.
The innkeeper nods at Eton's acceptance and holds out his hand to receive the five silver pieces. "You'll be in room five, which I should mention is a shared room. Take a seat good sir, and I'll get Betsy to bring you your meal once I dealt with my next customer." Now that business has been concluded the Innkeeper no longer waste his false smiles on you, and instead turn the full effect of his chapped lips and diseased gum on his next patron.
The human is slightly taller and heaver than Eton, and has the appearance of a woodsman or hunter. Dressed in well used leather armour he carries a spear and wears a dagger at his side. Over the top of his armour the man wears a weathered cloak.
Eton's eyes almost cease their casual perusal until he notices the cloaks silver clasp. It is identical in shape and form to his golden pendant.
For a shocked second Eton can't help but stare at the clasp, pulling himself together he makes his way over to an empty table.
[sblock=OOC]I'm assuming that Eton keeps his pendant out of sight.[/sblock]
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As the Innkeeper finishes haggling with the his patron the man (Eton) turns to look briefly at Jerol, giving Jerol a quick once over the man almost turns away until with a shocked look on his face he notices something on Jerol's chest. Pulling himself together the man makes his way to an empty table and sits down facing Jerol.
" How much must I give you for a night under your roof? " he asks, silently cursing himself afterwards for his lack of tact. He hopes that he might find someone to instruct him in basic Solamnic social etiquette.
The gaunt looking man seems totally unfazed by Jerol's manner of speech.
Licking his chapped lips the innkeeper begins rubbing his hands together at Jerol's mention of a price and smiles insincerely. "Well young master do I have a deal with you? For the pittance of five silver pieces per night not only will you get a comfy bed but I'll throw in one of our quality meals and a free pint of a local lager. You won't find a better deal in all Portsmith."
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Reconsidering, Eric sticks around to hear the preacher for some 10-15 minutes before going to the inn... curious on what in his speech is enthralling the populace, and to survey the area for armed forces.
Good thing to know where you're standing.
Other than the man preaching and his boy companion there are two guards both of whom wear wooden seeker holy symbols (an eight pointed star) as the man finishes his sermon you head towards the humble-looking inn.
[sblock=OOC]The boy didn't disappear, it was you who were disappearing into the crowd.[/sblock]