City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Sirhahn]

Shurito Green, Monk

The heavy oak door to the Inn swings open and a human in dusty sandals, finely shaven scalp and a loosely fitting blue shirt and breeches tied together with a simple rope walks in. He pauses in the doorway and scans the area noticing the large assortment of individuals gathered in the Inn.

Finding a empty table near the bar, the newcomer, says Hello sir, I am Shurito, a mineral water if you please.

Shurito notes the varied humans, the elf and noble warrior chatting at the table and pauses when his gaze comes upon the small individual with a tail?, accompanied by a dog. Trying not to stare, Shurito also notices another bald individual holding onto his drink. Something about that one seems very familiar.......

 

[TwistedMindInc]

"Pfft. Who needs friends, Lokin?" She smiles to him, all most friendly like.. and then looks about the Inn. "I think Kol wandered off to the bathroom and got lost." Payne then looks back to Lokin. "Maybe if the wench offered to pay you more than dirt, she would be one employee richer. Her loss."

 

[Dargon]

Not getting any respond, Lord Baldrian takes a seat at a table.

 

[KriticalFailure]

Munchin leans in close to the Katara as he whispers, "Does it not feel dull in here? Perphaps I should start a little excitement. It may be worth spending a night or two in jail just to liven the place up a bit." Munchin sits back grinning, as he inspects his clay jug once more. I may need more of you before the day is done he thinks to himself.

 

[Lot]

"Pfft. Who needs friends, Lokin?" She smiles to him, all most friendly like.. and then looks about the Inn. "I think Kol wandered off to the bathroom and got lost." Payne then looks back to Lokin. "Maybe if the wench offered to pay you more than dirt, she would be one employee richer. Her loss."

Lokin shrugs.

"I don't need friends, exactly. I just prefer people get an accurate understanding of who I am. With Kol making me look like a lecherous pig to that pretty paladin and this one thinking I'm a ruthless mercenary lusting for gold, I think I'm doing a lousy job of representing myself."

Lokin looks down at his filthy tabard, travel-stained trousers, and cracked leather boots.

"Which brings me back to my image problem. Maybe I should buy some nice new armor. Plate may still be a little expensive, but maybe a nice shiny suit of banded. Not so fancy as some knight or lord in full plate but still says I'm a professional. Someone to be reckoned with, you know? Plus, I should get a new sword smithed by a local master."

Lokin draws his bastard sword with practiced ease, examing it's scratched blade and battered hilt.

 

[LogicsFate]

Munchin leans in close to the Katara as he whispers, "Does it not feel dull in here? Perhaps I should start a little excitement. It may be worth spending a night or two in jail just to liven the place up a bit." Munchin sits back grinning, as he inspects his clay jug once more. I may need more of you before the day is done he thinks to himself.

The Katara leans closer tail twitching... "What kind of excitement?"

 

[Voda Vosa]

The door opens slowly, and a cloaked figure enters the inn, its short and corpulent, most probably a dwarf. The figure unhood his head, showing blond long and untidy hair, and an abundant beard of the same color. A dwarf without doubt.
He looks with narrowed eyes to every person in the room, before approaching the bar.
"Giv' me 'n ale, an' make it quick" he said muttering.

 

[LogicsFate]

Hi, Mr. Dwarf A Katara says, I'm Mearran Longtail, Your name is?

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Not of yer damn bussines! Names have power, Ah'll keep mine, yer fool not doing so. Arharhar!" Krindorf answer, as his ale spills out of his mouth when he laugh. You certainly don't know if its a dwarven joke or not.

 

[KriticalFailure]

The Katara leans closer tail twitching... "What kind of excitement?"

"Let us hope that this dwarf is forgiving" Munchin replys in a whisper with yet another smile. Rising for his chair he greets the blonde haired dwarf "Good Evening Sir Dwarf!" Uncorking his clay jug he takes a swig and continues to walk, albiet a little more unsteadily, he makes his way beside the dwarf. Yet, before he actually reaches him, he stumbles and loses his balance, arms waving wildly and grabbing for anything in reach. He just so happens to grab onto the cloak of the dwarf, yanking him sharply to the left and spilling the contents of the dwarf's Ale over the both of them as he tumbles to the floor in a heap. Munchin blinks a few times from the floor. "I think I misjudged the distance." He tries to explain quickly.