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Message: <blockquote data-quote="narayan" data-source="post: 6766183" data-attributes="member: 6677509">Alic, Ordechai, WrenwilTylia: "No problem sir!" She says and moves to the kitchen.The interior of this inn smells of exotic spices, old sweat, and dried dung burning in the hearths.  There's a Quresh guard standing by the backdoor by the stage. Three patrons are seated at the bar, and nine more are seated at three of the tables. Seated at the middle table are three merchants, two being Akhenaten and one being Maharathan. The table closest to the kitchen has two men in wizards robes with a young apprentice. Finally the table behind you, closest to the stage, has two soundrels and one scout.On the stage are two scantily-clad ladies of mixed origins dancing seductively as a trio of halfling musicians play a tune on drums, flute and gittern. Another Maharathan patron stands near the stage ogling the girls up close. A Quresh man is seated at the bar who looks to be handling the girls, chatting about them to whoever pays the most attention. The bartender is a huge Mgorongoron with a beard and a bald head. He looks strong enough to crush a mug in one hand if he tried too. The other two men at the bar are Mgorongoron warriors conversing with the bartender in their native tongue. They've marked their skin with piercings and scars in a proud display of their high pain threshold.Besides Tylia, there are two more serving girls carrying trays of hot food in and out of the kitchen, making the total number of persons in the common room to be 25, including Tylia. Ordechai selects the empty table in the corner near the hearth, sitting with his back to the coals. Alic sits where he keep his back to the wall, shield hanging from the back of his chair, while Wrenwil sits across from him where he can get the most warmth from the hearth.  <img src="http://i1345.photobucket.com/albums/p662/crowsontheskulls/World%20of%20Sion/Diagrams/DDS%20215%20The%20Restless%20Sands.png~original" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />Ordechai: Exhales loudly and stretches his back, sending a chain of pops down his spine before he remarks. "So good to sit in a real chair after such a miserable march!"Alic: -comments in a low voice- "I spot two Quresh in here. The guard by the door and another one seated at the bar."Ordechai: "The guard is Gedeon, the other is Giza, the pimp."Alic: Snorts. "So the Quresh are flesh-peddlers as well?" Ordechai: Nods. "As well as slavers, smugglers, spies and assassins. The Quresh are masters of all ill-trades."Alic: "Whom do we speak with to get the answers we seek?" Ordechai: "When I'm ready I will speak with Saraesh Husayn, the owner. WE won't speak to anyone. I'm doing the talking remember? Just keep your mouth shut and do your best to look politely disinterested whenever I'm talking to the Quresh. You are just a bodyguard for this foreign traveler..." He gestures to Wrenwil "...remember?"Just then Tylia approaches your table bearing a tray of food and drinks. She places a bottle of Aqua-Vitae and three shot glasses at the center of the table, along with a flagon of Dwarven ale and a cup of fine wine. She also places a trencher of in front of Wrenwil with a skewered rock pigeon, roasted in a sweet glaze with figs and assorted nuts.Ordechai: Eyes Wrenwil's food. "That looks tasty... what else is on the menu?" Tylia: "Today we have cakes made from ground roasted lentils pressed and fried in oil called ‘Ashishim’. We also have flatbreads, baked with garlic and olives. Roasted chickpeas, spiced in the Maharathan fashion, served with potatoes and gravy. Rice served with hot pepers and assorted vegetables. Onion stew with leeks and goat meat flavored with cumin and coriander.And last but not least, quail eggs and crumbled cheese served with biscuits and herb butter.”Ordechai: "Bring me some flatbreads and stew please." Tylia: Notices Alic looks rather dis-settled. "And you sir dwarf?"Alic: Clears his throat. "Do you have anything less... rich? In truth I am used to simpler fare. I don't think my stomach can handle such exotic flavor." Ordechai laughs, prompting a glare from Alic. Tylia also scolds him. Tylia: "No trouble at all! How about pork chops & gravy with biscuits, potatoes and assorted vegetables, on the side?"  Alic: Nods hungrily. "Much obliged!" Ordechai: Reaches into his coin purse and hands her four gold coins. "This should cover all that plus a pitcher of water. Keep the change!" Tylia: Takes the gold, beams him a beautiful smile, and twirls back towards the kitchens.     [Wrenwil: What do you do?]  </blockquote>

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