Scotley
Hero
The big man extends a powerful hand and shakes the smaller man's hand. "I have seen you as well, Deaglan, I am Henry Northantis, always a pleasure to meet the neighbors." His voice is deep, rich and surprisingly cultured. He is obviously well educated. "I've had a chance to meet some of the others who've pulled the same bivouac. Perhaps we can lure them into one of the common rooms to swap lies? We have a few hours to spare until the feast. Much as I'd like to have a look around the palace, I suspect our traipsing about like tourists will not be the best way to endear ourselves." He reaches back into his room and hands Deaglan a bottle of good brandy before taking up a fiddle case. "Given what I know about most of these fellows, a toast of welcome and a song should draw them to us."
Henry calls out in a voice powerful and stage trained enough to reach all corners of the suite. "GENTS, COULD I ASK YOU THE FAVOR OF JOINING GOOD DEAGLAN AND MYSELF IN YON COMMON ROOM FOR A TOAST TO OUR NEWFOUND STATUS AS SUITE-MATES?"
He takes out an old fiddle and plays a simple rousing tune to lead you all to the room with the big round table.
Henry calls out in a voice powerful and stage trained enough to reach all corners of the suite. "GENTS, COULD I ASK YOU THE FAVOR OF JOINING GOOD DEAGLAN AND MYSELF IN YON COMMON ROOM FOR A TOAST TO OUR NEWFOUND STATUS AS SUITE-MATES?"
He takes out an old fiddle and plays a simple rousing tune to lead you all to the room with the big round table.