(Adventure) Rivenblight's Castaway [Creamsteak judging]

[Sparky]

In the common room:

The young woman shrugs, "We met at the Red Dragon. I don't know them all that well. That Troi, he's something else." He brows knit, "I don't think he likes m--" she breaks off. "Uh.. I mean. O-Our working relationship is fine. Forgive me - good company, good ale." She inclines her head to Tylkin, "I forget myself." She scans the common room uncomfortably. Carefully now, 'Leta.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Silence reigns for a moment around the campfire, and then Rown begins telling a bawdy joke and the normal patter returns.

Tylkin keeps his face neutral as Ioleta speaks, then nods and rises. "Thank you for joining me. Feel free to finish your own meal at your leisure, but I am feeling quite tired, and must rest." He gives you a cordial nod and talks for a moment with the innkeeper before heading to one of the few inn rooms, located in the back.

 

[WizWrm]

Velbrik listens for a while to the raucous babble, then turns to Jaan. "Shall we retire for the night, then, or would you rather stay out a bit longer?"

 

[doghead]

"You should get some rest. I've first watch, but I'll head back with you."

Jaan bids the others goodnight and heads back to the wagon with Velbrik.

 

[Sparky]

Uh oh. I put my foot in it. A cheery, oblivious smile lights Ioleta's eyes and she stands as Tylkin leaves the table. "Good night, Tylkin, uh.. Sir. Thank you for dinner." She curtsies, inclining her head and watches the merchant's back as he wends his way through the common room. She blinks, pursing her lips. She shakes her head. She looks down at her unfinished meal and still can't muster up an appetite. She sighs and picks up what she can carry and heads outside. The girl stops halfway to the wagon, unmindful of the chicken thigh and mug of ale hanging limp in her hands.

Dicing caravan guards huddle near a lantern, all swears and laughter, over the rattling of bones in the warm pool of light.

Another guard, turned farrier, inspects the new shoe on a fine looking horse in his care. He grins up at the handsome animal and smiles saying something to which the horse bobs its head, whickering.

Jaan and Velbrik are walking away from a group of caravaneers discussing their watches and Troi slips some small bundle into his pack.

A wave of unalloyed lonliness swamps the woman as she stands small and quiet in the rutted track behind the inn. She takes a deep breath and a slow step. Swallowing the lump in her throat she makes her way to the others.

Scrambling up onto the wagon to finish her meal, Ioleta sees Troi's bow. Around a mouthful of chicken "Troi, I don't think I could even draw this, let alone hit anything with it," She takes a sip from her mug, kicking her heels against the side of the wagon as Jaan and Velbrik near.

"Hey, you guys, what'd the other guards have to say? Oh! Can I have my whistle back?" She reaches out with a chicken greased hand, starting as she sees how messy it is. Holding her mug in the crook of her elbow she fishes a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket and awkwardly wipes her hand before holding it out again. She smiles weakly.

 

[GnomeWorks]

If Troi notices Ioleta exiting the inn, he shows no sign of it. He sits on the wagon, looking up at the stars.

Ioleta
"Troi, I don't think I could even draw this, let alone hit anything with it,"

"Do ya think ya can at least try?" He asks, not looking at her. "I can't use it an' th' whip at th' same time, so it's a good idea ta spread 'em out - my weapons, that is." He sighs. "But if ya really think ya can't... I got a rapier, an' a good short sword... if ya need a weapon, that's what I got fer ya."

Ioleta reaches out with a chicken greased hand, starting as she sees how messy it is. Holding her mug in the crook of her elbow she fishes a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket and awkwardly wipes her hand before holding it out again. She smiles weakly.

Troi watches as Ioleta asks for her whistle's return.

"Enjoy dinner, Ioleta?" He asks calmly. He then looks to Velbrik and Jaan. "Did ya find out anythin' useful?"

 

[doghead]

She takes a sip from her mug, kicking her heels against the side of the wagon as Jaan and Velbrik near.

"Hey, you guys, what'd the other guards have to say? Oh! Can I have my whistle back?" She reaches out with a chicken greased hand, starting as she sees how messy it is. Holding her mug in the crook of her elbow she fishes a handkerchief out of a hidden pocket and awkwardly wipes her hand before holding it out again. She smiles weakly.

Jaan pulls out the whistle.

"I've still a few hours left on watch. You should get some sleep."

"Nothing special," he says to Troi. "Seems like the road is fairly quiet. The half-elf has been to Rivensblight, but doesn't recommend it.

"Thats about it.

But if Ioleta, or any of the others insist on taking over, or hanging around, he tosses the whistle back to her. Once he is done, he gets his kit, strips off his armour and rolls himself up in his blanket to get some sleep. In a bed if one is an option.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

If you're willing to pay for a good inn room (which means a bed), two crowns gets you one of the three remaining back rooms, each of which has a double bed. Otherwise, sleeping on the floor near the fire (with blanket and pillow provided, if you don't have one) costs half a crown.

 

[WizWrm]

Velbrik nods, and adds, "The other guards hadn't heard of much trouble on the road lately." He shrugs. "Maybe we'll get lucky, one way or the other."

"I guess I'll sleep on the floor, then," he says, "No need to go spending all our pay in one night, eh?" Having said this, he shrugs again, then heads into the inn and sets about his declared intentions.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Ready to move on when you guys are; just give the word. We can skip to day 3 when you just enter the forest, if you like.