(Casual D&D) A Game of Trust

[Vargo]

Victus asks for an ale, reaches for his pouch, and then gets a rageful look - it's gone!

"Some damn urchin lifted my coin pouch while my back was turned... My friends, I am embarassed to admit this, but I need assistance for now. Can I borrow from you against any future awards we might retrieve?"

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The young barkeep takes note of all your orders -- although many need to be repeated -- then scurries back to the kitchen, then returning to the bar to serve Draven.

The woman at the bar seems oblivious to Aerda's gaze. She does, however, notice Niccolo readying his strings by the fire.

"Music, now! Just what's missing, I'd say... Play something sad, though, halfling, down-tempo... Happy would be so, so sadistic..."

Her speech is exaggerated, enthused: She seems more than a little tipsy, as she slides her coin purse up to the bar subtly.

The old man facing the fire, a chubby, red-faced, bald-headed badger, grumbles at all this. His companion, however -- lanky and thicky moustached -- turns to the gnome, his eyebrows raised politely.

"Tell me, do you know the Ballad of Saint Olmo? It's such a lovely one..."

 

[dpdx]

Greetings from Vegas!

[Found a net cafe. Might be the only post I get, but I'll try again Sunday night when I get home.]

Fendric, having remained tight-lipped since his last outburst, is none too happy at the thought of being surrounded by undead. He makes a note to destroy them when feasible.

Fendric smiles at the barkeep, and orders an ale. His holy symbol is out and plainly visible now.

 

[wings]

Rah

Aerda waits patiently, and lets Astrule wander around on the table-top. "After dinner and whatnot, I suggest everyone gets a good rest. If everything goes well, we should be on our way to deliver the next letter tomorrow afternoon."

He lights a pipe, and props his feet up on the oaken table, letting the smoke create a haze over his head. He has his spellbook/journal in his lap.

 

[Uriel]

Ignoring the old drunken woman's reference to him as a halfling, Niccolo nods to the gentlemen and <unless it's really obscure>, begins the sad old tune, 'the Ballad of Saint olmo'

OoC:Rolled a '17',+9 for 26 Performance-Violin.

 

[National Acrobat]

Merrim laughs heartily at Niccolo being called a halfling. Once Niccolo is done, Merrim will launch into one of her stories "Farmer Hambee's Trouble with Bee's" and accompany it with illusion's. (Roll of 15+2+2 for a 19).

She will order some Water and Soup and bread.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

The room grows yet more silent under Niccolo's music: All ears indeed seem to be on him. At the conclusion of his song, the young woman reaches into her purse, and flicks a glinting gold piece across the room to him. The moustached man shuffles through his things -- and can be seen kicking his partner under the table -- and comes over with a silver piece from each of them.

The young woman looks over to Draven: "What, you don't appreciate music?"

Soon all eyes shift over to Merrim's display... The round-faced old man tries to seem as disinterested as a person can when they're craning their neck around to watch something. His partner chuckles softly for the whole show: "Goodness, dear, that was a wonder. Where have you good folk come from, and where have you good folk been?"

Each one manages to find another silver for Merrim once the show is over -- the young woman pockets her purse now, and the round-faced man seems intent on his game.

 

[Uriel]

Niccolo thanks the crowd, waiting until Merrim finishes her tale, then suggesting to her <quietly> that they form a duo for the evening: She telling jokes and he playing along at appropriate times for her stories and limmericks.
All cash will be split 50/50 of course, the gold piece included.

 

[wings]

Hey

Aerda looks up, at the second round of coin giving, then merrim and niccolo's duet intentions. He speaks softly as well, "Please do refrain from milking these people of all their gold, alright?"

Aerda finishes whatever he may have ordered, and moves to get a room, then occupy it.

 

[Vexed]

:: Draven turns round, leaning against the bar on one elbow, looking around the room. He glances over at the young woman, with his usual stoic expression. He raises his eyebrow slightly, as if somewhat amused with her question. He lulls his head to the side and leans back looking down at the counter, seemingly now oblivious to the majority of the people in the common area. ::