City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[hero4hire]

Payne looked insulted. Glaring at Thorne for even enticing her with a job, not to mention making her chase down some poor boy whose blood she still wished to spill. Eyes rolled and she re-joined Kol upon the bar stools. ``That was worthless.``

"Oh I don't know...A bit of exercise. And did you see the look on his face when we strolled in with his bait in tow? He tried to hide it, but he was impressed. Methinks this Thorne fellow may show up again."

 

[InVinoVeritas]

Quozen strides into the Red Dragon Inn, whistling a tune. He stops, looking around, noticing that everyone that chased after the boy has already returned, with the boy himself. He throws back his braid, smiles warmly, and says, "Well, it is good to see that you have found him! There was an unlucky pot merchant whose stall had been upset in the dash... but everything is right again. Ah, well, I think a drink is in order. Does anyone want anything?"

 

[TwistedMindInc]

Payne arched brows at Kol. ``I don't do exercise.`` Nor get out in the sunlight much, as it would seem with her extremely pallid flesh. Or get along with people. There was a lot of things she didn't do, huh?

 

[Trouvere]

Five crowns, for a week's work, and a walk of a hundred miles? Taelythenihel strives to keep her features impassive. After long inward debate, she nods curtly to Alvar Thorne. "I will do this task. But for such a paltry wage, do not expect heroics. I had intended to ask for a small advance on our payment, but there would seem little point."

 

[Lot]

Lokin, who has finally removed his shield, helmet, and scabbard, sits down to another ale. He chuckles as Kol coughs violently before lifting his own recently filled tankard.

"I've worked for less than five crowns a week. Not that long ago, either. But it seems that this task is better suited for others in the inn. Plus, I'd hate to lose out on something a little juicier due to impatience. I may not have many virtues, but patience is one of them."

Lokin shifts his mail to be have it rest more comfortably on his tall frame, then settles into his seat contently.

 

[Voda Vosa]

Ciprinus start picking up his stuff. After he has his armor on, and his backpack ... in his back, he goes to the stables, and comes back, waiting at the door, with his donkey.

 

[Trouvere]

Taelythenihel, shadowed by her servant, goes upstairs and returns shortly, though the pair are carrying little more than before. The elf returns a key to Joe at the bar, and thanks him for the hospitality of his establishment. "Well, Mister Thorne?" she says. "Shall we go to see your wagons and discuss final arrangements for our journey?" She and Ossa step outside to join the druid.

 

[Boddynock]

"All right," says Thorne, "be at my warehouse at dawn tomorrow. Have your equipment with you, for you'll not get time to go shopping before the caravan departs."

With that he turns, tosses a purse to Joe with a nod and a smile, and strides out of the inn. Jendral hurries behind him, wiping his mouth as he goes. After one last grin from the irrepressible young man, the pair of them are gone.

 

[Drerek]

Ruud nods at the man, "I'll see you there."

 

[Trouvere]

[sblock=Alvar Thorne]Taelythenihel walks rapidly after Alvar Thorne and his hireling. "Now that you see there are only the four of us willing to consider your offer, the real negotiations can begin," she says. "As you are no doubt aware, the going rate for arcane services is 5 crowns for the casting of a cantrip and twice that for a simple spell. Your proposed wage is equivalent to the casting of one cantrip during a week's travel - or a few more when we factor in the supplied provisions. Your generous arrangement in allowing us to retain any items we find along the way is irrelevant - they are not yours to offer. I shall thus consider myself honour bound to exert myself only to that extent in the defence of your cargo. Beyond that, I shall consider my own well-being and perhaps that of my companions. If you wish a more reliable defence, you should consider a more equitable recompense. As I can prepare eight spells per day, I would suggest around 400 crowns, or a fraction thereof proportional to the number of castings you feel sufficient to ensure the safe arrival of your property in Ravensdale. Your offer of one eightieth part of this is insulting, and bespeaks a lack of concern for your cargo and your wagoneers. Think on it overnight, and I shall await with anticipation your revised offer tomorrow."[/sblock]