(IC) A Hard Time in Harrowdale

[Arkhandus]

[sblock=Scott and Voda]I believe he means "Ten masked men, dressed in black clothes" but forgot the 'm' in there. In other words, describing something like Kara-Tur ninja, or perhaps Shadow Thieves from Amn.[/sblock]
So what's Evanar doing, or where is he going exactly? Storn hasn't said anything yet.....

Selua seems to not understand Abrielle's comment, as she says nothing. She does look like she might not have spent much time in cities before.
[sblock=Abrielle]You can attempt a Knowledge (Local) skill check, if you have that skill, to see if you recognize something about Selua's unusual appearance for an elf. If your check equals or exceeds DC 20, you recognize her as a rare kind of wood elf, scarcely mentioned in Evermeet. If you match or beat DC 25, you recognize her as a Lythari, a wood elven werewolf, and that Lythari have only been around since the Time of Troubles. Evermeet's scholars didn't seem to know anything more about the Lythari.[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

[sblock=Voda and Arkhandus] 10 masked men. now it makrs sense! Is that right Vada?[/sblock]

Evanar, true to his word heads directly to the nearest watering hole. for one drink.

 

[Voda Vosa]

OOC: Yes indeed ^^ I hate my keyboard, Have I mentioned it already?

 

[Scott DeWar]

OOC: Yes indeed ^^ I hate my keyboard, Have I mentioned it already?

Yes, i feel your pain.

 

[Walking Dad]

"Bah, Evanar, let grip us sam drinks. Thirsty dwarf is nothin' good to see!" The dwarf mercenary that accompanies the human says. His armor is spiked, he is as broad as tall. Strong like an ox, half as intelligent.

 

[Arkhandus]

Evanar and Storn head into the Treehouse Tap, and inside they see the same scene as Fayne, as well as noticing the coppery-skinned foreign warrior. They hadn't seen him before, while talking to Uncle Niles. He's approaching the caravan guards who just came in for a drink.

 

[Rhun]

Fayne approaches the bar, taking a position where he can overhear the covnersation between the mercenaries. He hails one of the proprieters, ordering an ale.

 

[Scott DeWar]

as Evanar and Storn walk in he glances around and sees caravan mers as well as a myiad of others about. when they choose a table, he calls ofr three ales, and upon arriving he takes one and slides the other two to Storn.

"you are so right. A thirsty dwarf is a crying shame to behold. Quite the ecclectic variety of people here eh?"

 

[Walking Dad]

"Nat only sorry ta see! Outright dangerous! Good thin' I'm master of the secret two-ale technique!" Storn answers with a very big grin, grabbing both ales at once and starts to pour them down his throat.

 

[Scott DeWar]

"the secret two what?.....oh somuch for enjoying the falavor of the ale."

Evanar shrugs and smiles as he raises his single mug in respectful salute to the dwarf.