(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[wings]

Meh

Aerda accepts Extranius's invitation with a nod,"Privacy is unneeded when all you do is sleep." He thanks Victus for the effort and takes back his coinpurse. He opens it, trying to figure out if he has enough for a mount, which he doesnt.

"I do not currently have a mount, nor the means of obtaining one, sadly."

 

[National Acrobat]

Merrim's spot (6)-Oh well, I am a Gnome you know
Merrim's Listen (18)

"I have the funds to purchase a small pony, but that is about it. It's also about all I can hope to ride with any skill."

 

[wings]

forgot!

spot- 19
Listen- 13

 

[dpdx]

It's ExANTRius, not 'Extranius'

(OOC: I would think that Exantrius is going to smite the next PC that calls him a synonym of "not necessary" to his face... )

 

[wings]

Accident!

(ooc- lol, i guess that would get annoying, i note the correct name now, and will spell it right from here on. Atleast Aerda didn't call him Extranius.)

 

[Mortisan]

guh...I'm awake...really

Victus drops back into his seat, extending his arm so that Astrule can hop back to his master's side. He then gives a crooked nod of thanks to Exantrius.
"<I><B>Never cared much for horses. Of course, they never cared much for me either. That isn't to say that I'm unable to ride one if the occasion calls for it, though my purse is a tad light as well.</I></B>"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

"Well, it seems there are no riders among you. Of no great concern..."

He eyes Aerda momentarily, trying to guess at his weight.

"We should be able to fit two to a sturdy mount... Three horses are within my means: Do not worry over the expense, for your companionship will be far more valuable." He smiles around the table, to each person there uniquely.

He lets out a deep sigh. "These hours are late indeed... A bed would suit me well now." He stands, and walks to the bar to set down some silver.

"Come to the inn when you are ready, and ask the keeper to let you in, should you need a place to sleep. I will leave instruction with him for your arrival..." He seems to be directing this to the group in general, although he is looking between Niccolo and Fendric as he says it.

"Enjoy the night, but be prepared to leave early tomorrow, should you wish to come along. At dawn I will visit the Temple, and then purchase horses, should I find a decent stablery."

"And should you change your minds, I should take no offense. We are barely friends yet, and your acquaintance has been privilege enough already. Good night!"

Pausing only to listen to your final thoughts for him this evening, should you have any, he makes his way out the door and into the darkness. Shortly after, the barkeep makes his way to your table.

"Stay around another hour if you like -- you won't be the only ones, so don't feel obliged to do any favors -- but be ready to leave after that hour's up. There's more than one old man around who'd like to get to sleep, you know." He smiles and jogs briskly back around the bar, to wipe up another spilled drink and pry another spilled face off the counter.

 

[dpdx]

("Hmm. Not sure I wish to brave even a short walk through the streets of Hedrogura at night without Sir Exantrius' company."

"That would be my cue, then, to bid you all good night. I will be accompanying Sir Exantrius to the Temple in the morning, to get my things, but in the meantime, Niccolo, the door shall be open at the room whenever you wish to retire for the night."

He sees Niccolo reach for his coin purse, and holds out a hand, palm forward, to dissuade him. "That can wait until later, Niccolo. As is said in our Temple, all things balance over time under the Sun..."

"So good night, everyone... May the Sun rise to bless you and keep you tomorrow and forever!"

Fendric exits the bar, taking in the night air with a smile on his face.

As he gets to the Inn, he reaches down to pet the sleeping dog, bids good night to the innkeeper, and arrives at his room. Once there, he removes the studded leather armor, washes his face in the basin, sets the flail down on the small table beside the bed, settles down to prayer, and crawls into bed.

(GP: Do you need the spells I pray for?)

 

[Uriel]

<Spot 13, Listen 20 total>

Niccolo will listen to all of this, though secretly he is taking down notes from the Knight's Shield,Symbol etc...
A Herald and Minstrel had to have a Pennant after all.

'My thanks, friend, I will retire as well, though I hope my Sewing wakes you not...I'll try not to prick my thumb overly.'

Niccolo digs through his pack, then sets out for a bit to see if there were any shops still open where he could buy some new thread/cloth for a Pennant. Also, I'd like to buy a large Book and some new Quills and a few Inkpots
(I have the Money I believe)

 

[Guilt Puppy]

(dpdx: Nope, don't need to hear your spell list... I trust players at the table-top to mark it down and stick to it themselves, and I see no reason not to carry it over here.)

Niccolo: It looks like the shops are all closed for the night... You recall seeing a nice plump woman selling fabric at the market when you first came to town: With luck, her prices will be reasonable. The market opens at dawn, so if you're up early, and you hurry, you may be able to at least get something started before Exantrius returns with the horses.

(Tomorrow night -- in out of game terms -- will be tomorrow morning, in game terms, so anything more you want to do before then, be quick about it )