Dr Simon
Explorer
The travellers all enter the inn at roughly the same time - three humans and two dwarfs. Between them they almost double the number of people in the common room, which nevertheless is warm and welcoming.
Hans spots the woman from outside across by the large fireplace, sitting with eyes downcast beside a young woman in the fine clothes of the nobility whose icy glare studiously avoids actually looking at anyone else in the room. Besides these two women is a third, masculine looking with her leather breeches and muscled arms. She sizes up each newcomer with a professional eye.
Across the inglenook from the three women is a weaselly man engrossed in a thick book. Two hearty worker-types are sat at another table, the source of the laughter you can hear outside. They are well into their cups.
Leaning at the bar is a foppish young man with powdered wig and elegant be-ribboned clothing who watches as you enter. There are two barmen - one lean and pinched, the other large and bewhiskered, and the latter bustles over to you.
"Welcome, welcome!" he booms. "Need a room for the night? Or perhaps some food first? What am I thinking? Drinks, of course! Where are you heading for? Sounds like a we're in for a rotten night out there, weather-wise. So, was it rooms you wanted? What can I get you to drink?"
Hans spots the woman from outside across by the large fireplace, sitting with eyes downcast beside a young woman in the fine clothes of the nobility whose icy glare studiously avoids actually looking at anyone else in the room. Besides these two women is a third, masculine looking with her leather breeches and muscled arms. She sizes up each newcomer with a professional eye.
Across the inglenook from the three women is a weaselly man engrossed in a thick book. Two hearty worker-types are sat at another table, the source of the laughter you can hear outside. They are well into their cups.
Leaning at the bar is a foppish young man with powdered wig and elegant be-ribboned clothing who watches as you enter. There are two barmen - one lean and pinched, the other large and bewhiskered, and the latter bustles over to you.
"Welcome, welcome!" he booms. "Need a room for the night? Or perhaps some food first? What am I thinking? Drinks, of course! Where are you heading for? Sounds like a we're in for a rotten night out there, weather-wise. So, was it rooms you wanted? What can I get you to drink?"
