(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust
- Thread starter Guilt Puppy
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Uriel
Living EN World Judge
OoC: Raises his h..er, waitaminute!
You were asking questions that made the Guard uncomfortable, so, when appropoiate, I make conversation like nothing was wrong, nope there sure aren't any Undead about, no Sir...
Thus I'm not asking uncomfortable questions.
SubjectsI was covering were the hum drum sort, the weather, theis Season's crops, if there wer any good Universities in the City etc...
It really did not seem all that baffling to me, but then again, I do play Gnomes quite a bit <i.e., I'm an odd sort>.
Of course, the cracks about Merrim needing a new outfit <maybe one with a really long cap that dangles in front of her nose, with one big jingling bell> were just silliness.
Carry on.
You were asking questions that made the Guard uncomfortable, so, when appropoiate, I make conversation like nothing was wrong, nope there sure aren't any Undead about, no Sir...
Thus I'm not asking uncomfortable questions.
SubjectsI was covering were the hum drum sort, the weather, theis Season's crops, if there wer any good Universities in the City etc...
It really did not seem all that baffling to me, but then again, I do play Gnomes quite a bit <i.e., I'm an odd sort>.
Of course, the cracks about Merrim needing a new outfit <maybe one with a really long cap that dangles in front of her nose, with one big jingling bell> were just silliness.
Carry on.
National Acrobat
First Post
"Hey, what's wrong with my outfit? I need some pointy shoes to go with it, but other than that...No one takes a gnome seriously, so why should I dress that way?"
Vexed
First Post
:: Listening to Aerda, Draven nods. Speaking in a low voice.::
Draven::" I don't think any of us care for their cryptic answers. All the same... Perhaps you should all go in first. I will enter a few moments after so it would appear that I am not with the party. It may give me an opportunity to notice any patrons in the bar who seem too interested in our business. Especially after you turn in for the night....
::After they party enters, Draven walks around the immediate area, not straying far from the Inn. He stays near the walls of the other buidlings, keeping to the shadows.** After about ten minutes, he returns to the Inn and enters::
** Hide roll: Total - 15
Draven::" I don't think any of us care for their cryptic answers. All the same... Perhaps you should all go in first. I will enter a few moments after so it would appear that I am not with the party. It may give me an opportunity to notice any patrons in the bar who seem too interested in our business. Especially after you turn in for the night....
::After they party enters, Draven walks around the immediate area, not straying far from the Inn. He stays near the walls of the other buidlings, keeping to the shadows.** After about ten minutes, he returns to the Inn and enters::
** Hide roll: Total - 15
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Guilt Puppy
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The inn is quiet as you enter. In the common room there are but three patrons -- a young woman drinking alone at the bar, and two old men playing a game of chess across one of the tables.
The barkeep seems ill-deserving of the title: A young whelp of no more than sixteen years, scurrying back and forth confusedly, despite the small amount of business. His throat, you will notice, is heavily bandaged, and he carries a large dagger at his side.
Once you take a table, he hurries over to meet you -- almost forgetting to finish filling the woman's drink -- cleaning his hands nervously across his apron.
"Hi! Come, have a..." -- he realizes you are already seated -- "Um, what can I get you?"
The old men pause in their game to raise eyes at the young man. He doesn't seem to notice.
Prices, you'll find, are very high for food and drink in this town (four times PHB), but their selection seems rather limited -- lamb, chicken, eggs, or some combination thereof seem to be the basis for every dish. Their variety of drink, however, is still quite respectable, judging by the bottles lined across the back wall.
The barkeep seems ill-deserving of the title: A young whelp of no more than sixteen years, scurrying back and forth confusedly, despite the small amount of business. His throat, you will notice, is heavily bandaged, and he carries a large dagger at his side.
Once you take a table, he hurries over to meet you -- almost forgetting to finish filling the woman's drink -- cleaning his hands nervously across his apron.
"Hi! Come, have a..." -- he realizes you are already seated -- "Um, what can I get you?"
The old men pause in their game to raise eyes at the young man. He doesn't seem to notice.
Prices, you'll find, are very high for food and drink in this town (four times PHB), but their selection seems rather limited -- lamb, chicken, eggs, or some combination thereof seem to be the basis for every dish. Their variety of drink, however, is still quite respectable, judging by the bottles lined across the back wall.
Uriel
Living EN World Judge
Niccolo smiles a mostly genuine grin 'Hello my good Sir,,er, Lad. I'll have some eggs and a beer if you have it.'
Te bard plops down 14 SP <12SP,12CPaccording to a common meal and an ale>, gesturing that the lad should keep the change.
Then, wondering how he was going to buy his next meal, Niccolo moves to the fire, where he warms his hands.
After a few minutes, the Gnome opens his Violin case, and pulls his instrument out, beginning to polish it's rosewood surface with oils and cleaning it's strings with a cloth.
OoC:Edited, I had shorted him by a silver before.
Te bard plops down 14 SP <12SP,12CPaccording to a common meal and an ale>, gesturing that the lad should keep the change.
Then, wondering how he was going to buy his next meal, Niccolo moves to the fire, where he warms his hands.
After a few minutes, the Gnome opens his Violin case, and pulls his instrument out, beginning to polish it's rosewood surface with oils and cleaning it's strings with a cloth.
OoC:Edited, I had shorted him by a silver before.
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Vexed
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:: Draven enters the Tavern, and walks straight for the bar, glancing about with his eyes to take in the rest of the patrons. He leans forward against the bar with his elbows, hands clasped together. He appears to be in deep thought, keeping to himself. He patiently awaits the Inn keeper to approach ::
wings
First Post
Into the tavern
Aerda walks in, the great hawk rustling its wings as it walks up to the elf's shoulder. He raises his head proudly, displaying the pointed ears, and looking about the room with his wide almond shaped red eyes. He waits but moments before moving over to a chair.
When nicollo has the tender's attention, Aerda will speak up, "Bring me some exotic wine, I like to sample all the sorts I'm able to." He nods and sits at a table, his red orbs moving over to the young lady, taking in a more interested account of her.
Aerda walks in, the great hawk rustling its wings as it walks up to the elf's shoulder. He raises his head proudly, displaying the pointed ears, and looking about the room with his wide almond shaped red eyes. He waits but moments before moving over to a chair.
When nicollo has the tender's attention, Aerda will speak up, "Bring me some exotic wine, I like to sample all the sorts I'm able to." He nods and sits at a table, his red orbs moving over to the young lady, taking in a more interested account of her.
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