City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Zweihänder]

Eroin pauses a moment, before approaching the gnome. She signs the contract in scrawled Elvish; after a moment's contemplation, she puts her name in Common next to it. Looking up, she smiles sheepishly, and takes a few steps back.

 

[nimisgod]

Wilhelm looks over the contract, reading it as swiftly and as precise as he could to make sure that he's not being hoodwinked. When he's sure, he signs it with his name and imprints the symbol upon the signet ring he carries: a forbidding tower sheltering a flame.

 

[Someone]

Wilhelm looks over the contract, reading it as swiftly and as precise as he could to make sure that he's not being hoodwinked.

It´s long and exhaustive, covering enough contingencies and possibilities to cover the (rather long) parchment with the gnome´s small handwriting. But after a careful read, seems to be honest.

 

[B4cchus]

Hulgyr gives the others present a puzzled look and shrugs: Awright, i will go find yer ship". He sighd and "signs" the contract (an X where the signature goes).

 

[Timothy]

When adventure awaits, and true love beyond that, we shouldn't quarrel about percentages. I'll sign, Master Nemko.

Roddick Signs and nods to Joe before stepping out of the Inn, into adventure.

 

[elapse]

A new face in the inn.

Nym enters the Inn and pulls the cowl of her cloak from her head. She looks from one end of the establishment to the other, looking for a suitable place to lay her pack and rest her weary legs.

Her recent journey had brought her from the gray elven mountain stronghold, where she was raised and learned her art. Now, she was eager to find like minded individuals ready to further their own arts.

 

[LogicsFate]

A katara walks into the bar

The door of the RDI opens reveling something that could be mistaken as a halfling from a distance, till you noticed the short black fur, high pointy ears and long tail. Garbed in simple leathers, and accompanied by a large dog, anyone not familiar with the Katara might suspect this to be a weird joke.

Pupils shifting and quickly adjusting to the lower light "HI! I'm Mearran" Differently colored eyes, jart back and forth making contant whenever possible

 

[LogicsFate]

"WOW! I've never been inside a building so large" Words stressed to try to invoke a response fome the other patrons

"So!" Becoming slightly fidgiting and still standing at the doorway

 

[LogicsFate]

"OK!" Mearran leaps up onto a stool and orders something hard to pronounce for a drink and a bowl of water for the dog


A long time passes and Mearran stirs his drink a bit with his finger, slowly hops down and heads out the door "I'll be back... just taking him for a walk" The large dog walking behind (a great dane eqivilent) trods slowly

He returns visably disappionted at the lack of action

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, late of the Halls of Stonepike

Thurgan Hammer had journeyed many days alone from the Halls of Stonepike, his companions all had already left the Halls. The comraderie and friendships Thurgan had developed in the Halls made it difficult to leave . . . but the wandering call came out . . . and Thurgan heeded its call.

Finally returning to the Red Dragon Inn, Thurgan entered the inn and called out, "Thurgan Hammer, at yer service. Craftsman . . . among other stuff. Joe, can I git a dwarven ale?"

Thurgan is somewhat tall for a dwarf and broad of shoulder. His dark brown hair is overly thick, including his beard. Both the beard and hair are braided to keep them from the work area. He is constantly dirty and his hands are quite calloused (though he can be surprising gentle when it is called for). Outside of work (something he doesn't see much of) Thurgan is partial to darker colors (browns, greys, blues, and the occasional burgundy) of clothing.

Thurgan harrumphed and muttered, "Kinda quiet 'round here . . . ."