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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3240920" data-attributes="member: 11146"><p>As Maelicent enters the Cockatrice, Traven averts his gaze and makes a study of Rancid Crabtree, one of the Cockatrice's regulars approaching from half a block distant. Maelicent enters through the doors, causing the large yellow dog standing guard by the outer statue to look up and track the goblin with intelligent brown eyes as the Maelicent passes. Once Maelicent steps over the threshhold, the labrador lifts its head and watches as Rancid approaches.</p><p></p><p>All business in order to be left alone, Maelicent clambers up the barstool and croaks out a nigh silent, <span style="color: SandyBrown">"A pint"</span> at Frane. Frane frowns at the goblin but sweeps the proffered four copper pennies off the bar, then pours and hands an ale to Maelicent. The big blonde human barkeep starts to watch Maelicent cross the room, but soon loses sight of the goblin and, shrugging, nods at Dter instead. At Dter's request of drink, Vaja breaks off her discussion with Lowel and grabs a glass tankard. Slipping the mug under a spigot and filling the cup past the brim, Vaja places the ale in front of Dter with a smile. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Good Afternoon, Priest." </span> Vaja opens her mouth to ask something of the dwarf but breaks off as Brakkus enters. Smiling in good humor at Brakkus's slight blush, Vaja pours a hearty black stout for the soldier and good naturedly shoves the drink across the bar in Brakkus's direction. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Good Sun to you, Brakkus. Another day of dullards at duty to look forward to?" </span> Replying to Brakkus's query regarding the hire of Traven, Vaja nods. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Aye, not our kind, normally. But with the harvest looming and most of the hire-a-day work out in the fields, he came to us wheedling employ when Frane and I were troubled to find anyone." </span> Vaja shoots a frown at Traven then looks back at Brakkus with a shrug. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Caught a cheat last night, so no complaints. Even if there's sommat amiss with him."</span></p><p></p><p>Gamad casts <em>detect poison</em> on his drink. Finding the ale wholesome and not poisoned, Gamad drinks from his cup. The beverage isn't what it should be by proper dwarven standards, but it serves its purpose well enough. Looking up from his drink, Gamad finds that the elf woman who had previously been studying the billets offering employment on the corkboard is staring at him in wonderment. The longbow at her back jostling, the elf quickly strides over and addresses Gamad in elvish.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Elvish] <span style="color: SandyBrown">"You can weave magic? Do you speak Common? The billets are all in Common and I'm having difficulty deciphering the advertisements for employment. Can you help?"</span> [/sblock]</p><p></p><p>Rancid Crabtree enters the Cockatrice in short order. Overdressed, and impeccably neat, Rancid is slender with thin mustaches and long hair plaited into a lone braid that falls, corded, down his back. Looking around the room and avoiding Vaja's stare, Rancid seats himself opposite H. Lewit at the chess table. With an uncertain smile, Rancid offers up, <span style="color: SandyBrown">"'Evening to you, Lewit. The powers that be have seen fit to grant me the talent of curing wounds, but not the ability to win at the tables." </span> Rancid's breath reeks of absinthe and Lewit soon finds himself in a veritable fog of the anise smell. <span style="color: SandyBrown">"If you're wounded or sick and have a few coins to spare, perhaps we can reach a mutually beneficial arrangement?" </span> </p><p></p><p>Vaja mutters a quick, <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Excuse me, Brakkus,"</span> as she shoves away from the bar and walks over to Lewit's table. With a curt, <span style="color: SandyBrown">"Rancid, where's Frane's money? You owe us 8 gold and since ye been gone the last tenday, we're wanting payment right short."</span></p><p></p><p>Rancid looks up in horror at Vaja's approach, then clams up as she demands payment. Smiling unctuously at Lewit, Rancid weakly offers, <span style="color: SandyBrown">"So, you see, Lewit. I'm in a bind. And Mistress here wants her gold crowns."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 3240920, member: 11146"] As Maelicent enters the Cockatrice, Traven averts his gaze and makes a study of Rancid Crabtree, one of the Cockatrice's regulars approaching from half a block distant. Maelicent enters through the doors, causing the large yellow dog standing guard by the outer statue to look up and track the goblin with intelligent brown eyes as the Maelicent passes. Once Maelicent steps over the threshhold, the labrador lifts its head and watches as Rancid approaches. All business in order to be left alone, Maelicent clambers up the barstool and croaks out a nigh silent, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"A pint"[/COLOR] at Frane. Frane frowns at the goblin but sweeps the proffered four copper pennies off the bar, then pours and hands an ale to Maelicent. The big blonde human barkeep starts to watch Maelicent cross the room, but soon loses sight of the goblin and, shrugging, nods at Dter instead. At Dter's request of drink, Vaja breaks off her discussion with Lowel and grabs a glass tankard. Slipping the mug under a spigot and filling the cup past the brim, Vaja places the ale in front of Dter with a smile. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Good Afternoon, Priest." [/COLOR] Vaja opens her mouth to ask something of the dwarf but breaks off as Brakkus enters. Smiling in good humor at Brakkus's slight blush, Vaja pours a hearty black stout for the soldier and good naturedly shoves the drink across the bar in Brakkus's direction. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Good Sun to you, Brakkus. Another day of dullards at duty to look forward to?" [/COLOR] Replying to Brakkus's query regarding the hire of Traven, Vaja nods. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Aye, not our kind, normally. But with the harvest looming and most of the hire-a-day work out in the fields, he came to us wheedling employ when Frane and I were troubled to find anyone." [/COLOR] Vaja shoots a frown at Traven then looks back at Brakkus with a shrug. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Caught a cheat last night, so no complaints. Even if there's sommat amiss with him."[/COLOR] Gamad casts [i]detect poison[/i] on his drink. Finding the ale wholesome and not poisoned, Gamad drinks from his cup. The beverage isn't what it should be by proper dwarven standards, but it serves its purpose well enough. Looking up from his drink, Gamad finds that the elf woman who had previously been studying the billets offering employment on the corkboard is staring at him in wonderment. The longbow at her back jostling, the elf quickly strides over and addresses Gamad in elvish. [sblock=Elvish] [COLOR=SandyBrown]"You can weave magic? Do you speak Common? The billets are all in Common and I'm having difficulty deciphering the advertisements for employment. Can you help?"[/COLOR] [/sblock] Rancid Crabtree enters the Cockatrice in short order. Overdressed, and impeccably neat, Rancid is slender with thin mustaches and long hair plaited into a lone braid that falls, corded, down his back. Looking around the room and avoiding Vaja's stare, Rancid seats himself opposite H. Lewit at the chess table. With an uncertain smile, Rancid offers up, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"'Evening to you, Lewit. The powers that be have seen fit to grant me the talent of curing wounds, but not the ability to win at the tables." [/COLOR] Rancid's breath reeks of absinthe and Lewit soon finds himself in a veritable fog of the anise smell. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"If you're wounded or sick and have a few coins to spare, perhaps we can reach a mutually beneficial arrangement?" [/COLOR] Vaja mutters a quick, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Excuse me, Brakkus,"[/COLOR] as she shoves away from the bar and walks over to Lewit's table. With a curt, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Rancid, where's Frane's money? You owe us 8 gold and since ye been gone the last tenday, we're wanting payment right short."[/COLOR] Rancid looks up in horror at Vaja's approach, then clams up as she demands payment. Smiling unctuously at Lewit, Rancid weakly offers, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"So, you see, Lewit. I'm in a bind. And Mistress here wants her gold crowns."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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