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OOC: Alright, all I want to know is... who's Velma?
Artemis stands up as Lilli approaches the magic tinkerers. "Lilli, this sounds dangerous. Perhaps I should come with you and make sure nothing bad happens. It's the least I can do."
He then turns and addresses the old elf, "Ilarion, it was very nice to meet you. I'm going with Lilli for now. Good journies my friend."
Gil calls out, 7 RABBIT!
HEY 7 RABBIT!
when that doesn't work, he waves the loudly dressed dwarf over, and uses Ghost Sound to whisper directly into@JoeNotCharles7 Rabbit's ear
Nate follows a motley group of adventurers through the door...
Tristan gets up with near complete silence to follow Gil, and comes up beside him in such a way that the scholar doesn't see him when he looks back until he turns to face forward again. "Let us see if the hunt is on then," the elf says, his grin looking far less friendly than moments ago.
"Erm, right" says Lilli, somewhat nervously. "Illarion, may your road be blessed with Gil's favour. Aside of Goddess Vena, it's the best I can offer right now."
"Lead on, Artemis, but let's listen to the interview at least!"
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A testy voice drifts down from the stairs leading to the rooms for rent on the second floor: "What?"
"WHAT?" A dwarven head appears over the banister, scowling down at the common room.
"Eaaagh!" Rabbit jumps a foot. "Fine, if it's that important, I'll be there in a minute!" He disappears back in his room and there is a loud rustle of paper and a thump as he closes a chest. He starts stumping down the stairs, muttering as he comes. "trying to study... so many charts... right in my ear... ow..." But when he reaches the floor and sees who was calling him, his face splits into a wide smile.
"Gil! How go your studies?"
After a few moments of catching up he follows the others out.
BAARRRKKKKEEEEPPPPP Another round for everyone! The dwarf fighter gulps down the remaining ale in his mug and slams it down on the table. Kruk looks around the room with a grin on his face. ha HAAAAA! It doesn't get better than this! He takes his forearm and wipes the ale of his beard, then burps loudly.
ooc: Attention future dms. There are a few Lvl 11's in the tavern waiting anxiously for work.![]()