HolyMan
Thy wounds are healed!
Garret leaves the group and heads towards the inn, while the rest take the elven lass to the temple.
Falos opens the door leading into the building, and Falyrn and Ortrang carry the blanket and female elf inside. The building is but one long room with benches set in to rows on either side facing an altar at the back of the room.
Kneeling at the altar is a priestess in robes of the Chantry, she stands and turns as the group enters the church.
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Garret
[sblock=Garret]
OOC: From here on out please sblock your post to keep what happens seperate from the others, thanks.
*tinkle tinkle*
Small bells above the door annouce Garret's entrance into the inn. The common room is well lit and cozy with only two of it's many tables beong used.
At one table sits two farmers talking in whispers their ale looking intouched. Probably haggling over something, Garret thinks.
The second table has three men two look to be well to do and the third is dressing in a long leather aporn, his well muscled arms bear. A blacksmith then come to talk business.
As Garret entered a large man wiping down the bar looks up, his thinning hair and portly figure name him the inn's owner. As does the smile he gives even to a stranger. [/sblock]
Falos opens the door leading into the building, and Falyrn and Ortrang carry the blanket and female elf inside. The building is but one long room with benches set in to rows on either side facing an altar at the back of the room.
Kneeling at the altar is a priestess in robes of the Chantry, she stands and turns as the group enters the church.
**************************************************
Garret
[sblock=Garret]
OOC: From here on out please sblock your post to keep what happens seperate from the others, thanks.
*tinkle tinkle*
Small bells above the door annouce Garret's entrance into the inn. The common room is well lit and cozy with only two of it's many tables beong used.
At one table sits two farmers talking in whispers their ale looking intouched. Probably haggling over something, Garret thinks.
The second table has three men two look to be well to do and the third is dressing in a long leather aporn, his well muscled arms bear. A blacksmith then come to talk business.
As Garret entered a large man wiping down the bar looks up, his thinning hair and portly figure name him the inn's owner. As does the smile he gives even to a stranger. [/sblock]
