City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IX

[Kularian]

A cold wind meanders through the inn as a single hand pushes open the door to the establishment. Garbed in a robe as black as the night itself, a lone warrior enters the inn. Zeroth peers out from under the hood, looking about the entryway. It appears to be well-used, and yet have a sense of recent creation. Removing the hood, the man allows it to settle about the nape of his neck.

Striding forward, his eyes quickly ascertain the rules, and then those same eyes jump to Joe. "Greetings, Joe," he says simply, his voice, though smooth and melodious, has a certain edge to it. To the other patrons, he speaks quickly and concisely, not wanting to waste breath upon them. "The name given to me is Zeroth Nectuul, and my business is my own." Content with that, the young man finds an unoccupied table, quickly ordering a light meal and a bit of wine.

 

[Bront]

A shapely woman in plate steps into the inn. She removes her helm and shakes her head, as her long red hair flows out. She examines those in the room with her emerald eyes, "I am Juliana Hayes, and for those interested, I can craft fine weapons and armor for a price."

She strides in confidently and grabs a seat at the bar. Joe slides her a mug of ale, to which she nods and sips.

OOC: Juliana can craft anything masterwork quality, and a bow up to +2 strength. Just ask her.

 

[Boddynock]

The door opens again not long after Juliana's entry and a tall, rangy man strides through the entrance. Moving to the centre of the room, he bows to those assembled and says, "Benedicite! I am Eusebius, monk and priest of the Shining One, the Lord Hyrag. Any who seek help in the banishing of darkness will find me a willing companion."

He then goes to the bar, greets Joe, and orders an ale. Pausing only to take a long first pull at the tankard, he then says, "Joe, could I have a room, please, and a bath?"

Eusebius will then join Juliana at the bar - unless she indicates that she would prefer solitude - and chats with her until Joe indicates that his bath is ready. At that time he will go upstairs, bathe, and put on the new clothes he bought on the way to the inn. Then coming downstairs again, he will organize for his old outfit to be laundered, and orders another drink and a meal.

 

[Bront]

Juliana nods to Eusebius, and does not refuse his company.

 

[Salix]

A gnome in a tan vest with a lot of pockets and a suave human walk in together. The gnome says, "I'm Ryland and this is Devlin Magruder." Undergoing the usual lukewarm nods and sly appraisals of their abilities, he heads over to talk to Joe. "Joe, can I get a hairfoot Stout , and a favor". The latter is spoken in a much quieter voice than the former.

OOC: Dungannon:Thought I'd get us here.

 

[Dungannon]

Devlin accompanies Ryland to the bar where he sets a good-sized object wrapped in cloth in front of him. "Just the favor for me, Joe." he quips, waiting for the bartender to fill his friend's order before getting to the business at hand.

ooc: I'm assuming El Jefe will RP Joe so we'll wait for him to say something.

 

[El Jefe]

Joe deftly worked behind the bar, and a Hairfoot Stout appeared in no time. "The Stout is easy, the favor may take some doing", the proprietor cautioned. "What do you have in mind?"

 

[wmasters]

Sorgram sits in the corner and looks at the newcomers. His dark eyebrow rises slightly on his pale green skin at their entrance. "Sure gets busy quickly in here." he says quietly.

 

[Dungannon]

Devlin smiles at the bartender. "Well Joe, we just need to prevail upon your storage space. If you would be so kind as to keep this object for us," Devlin motions toward the item on the bar, "for a day or two. It is very valuable and we would like to keep it safe. And everyone knows the Red Dragon is the safest place in Orussus."

 

[El Jefe]

Joe cocked an eyebrow and regarded the bundle taking up space on his bar. He pursed his lips and nodded slowly. "Well", he said, drawing out the word, "if it's just for a couple of days, that should be fine. But if it's much longer than that, we'll have to talk about a storage fee."

Joe waved one of his assistants over and hefted the package. "Is it heavy enough?", he growed, not really expecting an answer. "Put this in the storage room", he ordered, and the helper took the bundle, opened a trap door in the floor behind the bar, and carefully climbed down a ladder with the object cradled against his chest.

"Now, I take it you'll be back for that within a week. Is there anything else you need?", asked the bartender.