(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]

Troi
Troi narrows his eyes, shrugging. "Yer point?"

Ioleta grins and shrugs. She turns her attention back to the barman. Her brow furrows at the man's flat and rather plain disdain. She takes her mug tersely while looking at the cask of Gnome Golden Light out of the corner of her eye. Wonder what a mug of that goes for? Wonder why we didn't go to the 'Dragon... ale is free there. And Joe's a farsight better than this lump. She takes a sip and reconsiders her assessment of the Winged Flute's barman, "Thank you, sir." With all her - sometimes more expeditious than she would like - travel, Ioleta has not had the opportunity to refine her pallette. Something she hopes to remedy.

She hops off the bar stool and drags her pack to where the others Tylkin's table. She dips her head to the merchant as his eyes coast across her and she is sure to let him catch her giving him her own once-over. My, my, my. We'll be the most striking wagon the bandits have ever knocked over. She listens to the opening exchange, introducing herself in a lull. "Ioleta Gerrich." She takes a seat when convenient, taking the opportunity to look under the table as she settles her pack. Doo dee doo, don't mind me... dee de dee.

Tylkin
"Two and a half crowns per day for the lot of you."

The table jumps. "Ow!" Ioleta sits up wincing as she rubs her head ruefully. She looks Tylkin in the eye, "Injury to insult. Three and a half crowns. And meals." She tilts her head at Jaan, Velbrik and Troi, "They really don't eat as much as you might fear."

OOC: I realize that I don't post as frequently as the rest of you, so I'm fine with you moving it along whenever you feel the need. I'm still new to PbP, but you should know I'm having a ball exploring this character with the rest of you, your PCs and NPCs. Good times.
 

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Jaan consides standing, but takes a seat instead - where he can see as much as possible. He decides that he will leave the negotiating to the others. He occupies himself idly watching the other patrons while kepping an ear on what's happening.

ooc: pacing is fine at this end. several of my games have gone hot, so a little busy right now.
 
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OOC: Hey folks, sorry for the short notice - I'll be out of town for the weekend and won't be posting, most likely, until Monday. I'll try to post today if I can. Feel free to move along if need be.

Also, since Creamsteak is wanting more games to happen (or at least more players to be playing) I wouldn't object if we sucked in one or two more folks. I think four is a good party size for PbP, so I wouldn't object if we kept our group the same size either, just thought I'd put it out there.
 

sparky said:
The table jumps. "Ow!" Ioleta sits up wincing as she rubs her head ruefully. She looks Tylkin in the eye, "Injury to insult. Three and a half crowns. And meals." She tilts her head at Jaan, Velbrik and Troi, "They really don't eat as much as you might fear."

Tylkin seems amused at Ioleta's clumsiness. "I'm not a den-mother, and I expect they are quite capable of feeding themselves. In any case, three crowns and two silvers, no food."
 

Velbrik glances at the others. "Four crowns, then, if you're not including meals. That's less than the going rate, and I'm sure any of these other merchants would be pleased to get it."
 

Tylkin doesn't seem paticularly fazed at the thought of losing your services. "Then you may offer it to them. Three and a half crowns," he says cooly, with a certain level of finality. Ioleta, perceptive person that she is, has a hunch that he's not quite as unconcerned about them seeking employment elsewhere as he pretends to be.
 


Jaan wonders for moment if it is all going to go pear shaped, before realising that its doesn't relly matter who they ride with. Anyone going that way will do.

Jaan rises to his feet.

"I go see who else is hiring then," he says to Velbrik with a shrug. He steps over the over the bench and looks around to see where to start.
 


Velbrik nods to Jaan as he rises. Turning back to the merchant, he says, "We will certainly take you up on that, I suppose. Three and three quarter crowns seems quite fair to me."
 

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