Serpenteye said:
He makes a dissapointed face for a short moment, eyes sparkling with humour.
"Then perhaps you could join me in my quarters later, whenever you want to get off... from work. Then we could enjoy a pleasant conversation without all these distractions."
She raises an eyebrow in jest. "A pleasant
conversation, is all?" and Kiaros can hear the amusement in her voice at his innuendo. She cocks her head to look at him for a moment then smiles archly. "All right, then... I could use a bit o' friendly company after a hard day's work."
deadestdai said:
Dragging the tub out, she decides it'd be better off in her own room and so attempts to lug it there.
The first time, Flaust attempted to simply drag it, but the tub proved too wide to fit through the door. Then she got the bright idea to turn it on its side and roll it, which it did quite well... out the door, into the hall, and down the stairs to the second floor with a spectacular racket. This also had the side benefit of bringing one of the staff running... they'd be sure to know where she could get some water!
A brawny bariaur comes hoofing up the stairs shouting "Oy! (snort) What in the Nine sodding Hells is goin--" Upon spotting Flaust shoving the slightly dented tub into her room (well, one of the rooms the party rented anyway), he draws up short. "
What are ya doing, berk?" he asks with a sigh, as if the answer's not already perfectly obvious.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the tavern proper, the 'discussion' between the Guvners and Chaosmen debating philosophy is getting louder and more heated. Occasionally, you overhear snippets of their conversation: "The nature of good and evil? What that's got to do with anything?" "I think it has to do with a potato..." "You're barmy!" "Can a thing's basic nature ever change?"
"Hey, cutters!" a male human with a brightly mismatching outfit calls out to the group of you. "What do you think? I say everything changes, while this berk claims you can't alter someone's basic nature."
"It goes against the natural order!" a female human dressed in impeccable armor protests vehemently. "According to your point of view, an osyluth could decide to shed his evil nature and become a proxy on Mount Celestia!"
"Hey, berks, go rattle your bone-box someplace else!" shouts the osyluth sitting at the bar, its inhuman eyes glowing balefully.
"Osyluths, hah! That's too easy," the Xaositect responds, ignoring the fiend at the bar. "I say why not? Anything can change... a deva, a shadow fiend, even one o' them walking gear-boxes from Mechanus. What do you say, bloods?"