City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Lot]

Lokin walks in, fidgeting with his swordbelt and adjusting the weight of his mail. He clears his throat and speaks in his deep and timid voice.

"Um...hello. My name's Lokin. We're in need of a healer, as Zurd said. Should be a profitable mission. Not really my problem, but some of the group have a problem being preached to and the like, so if that's your deal, we might not be the group for you."

Lokin grabs a quick ale from the bar and proceeds to the table. He catches just a bit of the chair tension, but he tries to ignore it like it is not happening. Lokin settles in comfortably into his chair, cradling a fine steel shield in his lap.

 

[Velmont]

Nirrassa quietly gets up and leaves the Red Dragon Inn, going to di Senzio's Tournament.

[SBLOCK=OOC]Last time people have seen Nirrassa was when she has gone sleeping...[/SBLOCK]

 

[TwistedMindInc]

Payne follows the crowd in, nodding in Joe's direction and turns in time to see Kol pull the chair out for her. The female pauses a moment, caught completely by surprise at the gesture.. but settles within the offered seat none-the-less. ``Thanks..`` All right then. Things were getting interesting around here. Must be something in the water. She remains quiet to allow the boys to handle the recruitment as she wasn't the most charismatic one of the bunch. A singular arm curls over the back of her chair, relaxing in a slouch.. those mis-matched eyes dancing about the tavern.

 

[hero4hire]

Kol goes to the bar. "You remember the name Kol, Joe? Cause its mine! Now lets have those brews." The amythest flacked warrior grabs the frothy mugs presented to him and strides confidently to the table. "So no takers on a healer yet? I did see a big group just leaving."

 

[orsal]

The redhead speaks up, remembering the rules of the place. "My name is Kongu. As Lokin" (she points to the heavily-armored man) "and Zurd" (she points to the half-orc) "have said, if any of you have healing abilities, we have an offer for you. It could be lucrative, as well as a valuable service to society, and intriguing as well. Oh, these are Kol" (pointing to the funny-coloured one) "Filalia" (the elf) "and Payne." (the hooded one).

 

[DerHauptman]

Well, looks like something is going on in town...

Hope we don't have to wait till this tourney is over to get a blood sucking holy man for our mission. He'll probably have us doing prayers and penance for transgressions before he will heal us.

I only have experience with the orcish shamans - they only heal those who they can control. Show any sign of ability and they'll let ya die as soon as look at you - especially if you are an up and coming shaman yourself. Seen many a talented orc get his throat slit in the middle of the night for being a little wiser than the current shaman.

I mean politics in a group are normal but with or orcs it gets a little personal.

 

[TwistedMindInc]

``Pfft. See, I knew recruiting a blasted clergy member was a waste of time.`` Grumbled the hooded female, arms crossing over her chest. All this time they were wasting the lizardmen were probably getting reinforcements. ``Maybe I should show a little leg, maybe that'll bring 'em running. Or.. scare them away is more likely. Eh, boys?`` A raspy chuckle and then she quieted again.

 

[hero4hire]

Kol laughed at Payne's jest. "Well show it then. Just dont tease me!"
He sighed and then continued between frothy sips. "Well we walked pretty far out of our way. Mayhaps something in town will be worth the trip. What is going on in towne anyway to draw so many away? A Faire or Festival of some type?"

 

[Lot]

Lokin frowns.

"Bad timing, maybe? Seems like something cleared the inn. Well, we're healing anyway, so being in Orussus is certainly a more interesting a place to recover than some traveler's inn. We should look into finding a solid buyer for the shield, if we decide to go that route."

Lokin bulls back his chain skirt to reveal a tattered pant leg and a pale, muscular leg with three jagged, red scars from the raking attack of a lizardman.

"Maybe I should show some leg just to show how much we need a healer. Go for some sympathy."

 

[TwistedMindInc]

``Lokin, even with the scars .. your leg is prettier than mine. Becareful though, never know what kind of company you'll attract flashing some skin.`` Scratching at her forearm, growing bored quickly. There wasn't even a purse to pinch in the joint. Unless, of course, she targetted one of her companions. Now. Wasn't that the idea?