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<blockquote data-quote="CanadienneBacon" data-source="post: 3257386" data-attributes="member: 11146">Jinx, irrate and wild with fear because no one looks even remotely prepared to depart the inn, blinks at everyone.&nbsp; &quot;Questions!&nbsp; Questions!&quot;&nbsp; When Zirat forcibly picks up and squeezes Jinx, the small gnome drops all his loosely handled gear and claps gnarled fingers over his ears to ward out sounds.&nbsp; &quot;Too many questions!&quot;&nbsp; Bauble, whose basket was dropped on the floor along with a belt pouch, scroll case, six pieces of parchment, an ink pen, a vial of black ink, a half-full waterskin, a whetstone, some trail rations, and four loose daggers, darts free of the container and bolts from his master behind Ostler's bar.&nbsp; Caught between retreiving a veritable untidy mountain of gear and jailing his unruly pet, Jinx merely stands in the center of the Wench, dripping rain onto the good Ostler's floor.&nbsp; &quot;Well, I--.&nbsp; I mean...that is--&quot;&nbsp; Jinx looks round the common room at each of his companions and stammers.&nbsp; Aeron's comment in particular fetches Jinx from his confusion.&nbsp; Forcibly responding to the priest, Jinx yelps, &quot;NO, I am NOT undead!&quot;&nbsp; Shivering, the small wizened gnome blinks at Aeron, then bends over to begin properly stowing his gear in his pack.&nbsp; &quot;Least aways, I don't think I properly died.&nbsp; Acolyte Calmert let it be known that Canon Terjon revived me after I'd been brought in.&quot; &nbsp; Jinx, who was about to stuff one of his four daggers up a shirt sleeve, stops short and looks at Deren.&nbsp; &quot;They're going to want payment, you know.&nbsp; Them priests, I mean.&quot;&nbsp; The gnome shoots an apologetic look at Aeron.&nbsp; &quot;Sorry, but that's always the way of it with temples.&nbsp; And, glad as I am to have me hide saved, I haven't the coin, so if you're having me back in your ranks, we might as well be on our way afore that priest comes here to find me and drag me back to pay me debt.&nbsp; Or worse, and decide that me friends'll pay it for me!&quot;Jinx stops rummaging through his gear and frowns.&nbsp; Suddenly standing up straight and letting out a wail, the gnome cries, &quot;Dagnubit!&nbsp; Blasted land sharks!&nbsp; Mother's milk!&nbsp; It's worse, Bauble, Oi!&nbsp; It's worse!&nbsp; They've taken me spellbook!&quot;&nbsp; Exhausted, frightened, without his trusty arcane repetoire, and only lately returned from nearly dying, Jinx drops his pack a second time and plunks himself down in a vacant chair.&nbsp; Defeated, the gnome eyes Ostler and nods.&nbsp; &quot;Aye, a drink'd be just the ticket, me thinks.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="CanadienneBacon, post: 3257386, member: 11146"] Jinx, irrate and wild with fear because no one looks even remotely prepared to depart the inn, blinks at everyone. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Questions! Questions!" [/COLOR] When Zirat forcibly picks up and squeezes Jinx, the small gnome drops all his loosely handled gear and claps gnarled fingers over his ears to ward out sounds. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Too many questions!" [/COLOR] Bauble, whose basket was dropped on the floor along with a belt pouch, scroll case, six pieces of parchment, an ink pen, a vial of black ink, a half-full waterskin, a whetstone, some trail rations, and four loose daggers, darts free of the container and bolts from his master behind Ostler's bar. Caught between retreiving a veritable untidy mountain of gear and jailing his unruly pet, Jinx merely stands in the center of the Wench, dripping rain onto the good Ostler's floor. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Well, I--. I mean...that is--" [/COLOR] Jinx looks round the common room at each of his companions and stammers. Aeron's comment in particular fetches Jinx from his confusion. Forcibly responding to the priest, Jinx yelps,[COLOR=SandyBrown] "NO, I am NOT undead!" [/COLOR] Shivering, the small wizened gnome blinks at Aeron, then bends over to begin properly stowing his gear in his pack. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Least aways, I don't think I properly died. Acolyte Calmert let it be known that Canon Terjon revived me after I'd been brought in." [/COLOR] Jinx, who was about to stuff one of his four daggers up a shirt sleeve, stops short and looks at Deren. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"They're going to want payment, you know. Them priests, I mean." [/COLOR] The gnome shoots an apologetic look at Aeron. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Sorry, but that's always the way of it with temples. And, glad as I am to have me hide saved, I haven't the coin, so if you're having me back in your ranks, we might as well be on our way afore that priest comes here to find me and drag me back to pay me debt. Or worse, and decide that me friends'll pay it for me!"[/COLOR] Jinx stops rummaging through his gear and frowns. Suddenly standing up straight and letting out a wail, the gnome cries, [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Dagnubit! Blasted land sharks! Mother's milk! It's worse, Bauble, Oi! It's worse! They've taken me [i][b]spellbook![/b][/i][b][/b]" [/COLOR] Exhausted, frightened, without his trusty arcane repetoire, and only lately returned from nearly dying, Jinx drops his pack a second time and plunks himself down in a vacant chair. Defeated, the gnome eyes Ostler and nods. [COLOR=SandyBrown]"Aye, a drink'd be just the ticket, me thinks."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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