Knight Otu
First Post
(She went through three (attempted, in one case) hand kisses at Tenebrynn's party, so she is a bit more careful about that now. )
(She went through three (attempted, in one case) hand kisses at Tenebrynn's party, so she is a bit more careful about that now. )
"Good to see you too Eanos. See this is why I love coming back here. So many good friends to reacquaint with. What have you and Charlarn been up to since we saw each other last?" asks Tenebrynn.
an elf wearing a rusty chain shirt and wielding a sharp scimitar enters the tavern and heads towards Karl and Oskar. she scans the situation and says "so i see the search for a spellcaster goes on".
she looks at the people before her asks with a venomous grin "do we have any potential associates?"
"It is. Welcome," hacks Jamilee, grinning. She gives the other elf a nod that seems a fair bit more respectful than her usual attitude would lead one to expect; maybe he's a friend, or elder. "Stand by the fire, hrng're still dripping."The Elf turns, eyes widening, shock evident upon his narrow features.
Wandering into the Inn, he abruptly closes his mouth and composes himself with obvious effort.
"I ... uh,mmm..., I am called Ximix. I... am a sage, and ..., healer.
This is the Red Dragon Inn, in the city of Orussus on the Prime Material is it not?".
Jamilee raises her hand to draw Rhys' attention. "The name Shural means little to me, hnh. But, providing you need something more hrchallenging than pots, pans, and hrnseshoes, I could aid you."A small hooded figured completely covered head to toe with a hooded cloak pulled tightly about him, sand dripping from everywhere, enters among the crowd and announces himself. Rhys, chosen of Shural. I am in need of a blacksmith, any here looking to make good coin? He looks about to see if there are any takers.
"It is. Welcome," hacks Jamilee, grinning. She gives the other elf a nod that seems a fair bit more respectful than her usual attitude would lead one to expect; maybe he's a friend, or elder. "Stand by the fire, hrng're still dripping."
Jamilee raises her hand to draw Rhys' attention. "The name Shural means little to me, hnh. But, providing you need something more hrchallenging than pots, pans, and hrnseshoes, I could aid you."