[Eberron] The Forgotten Forge

[Ashy]

"'Danks!" the shifter almost barks. Rawhide smashes this apple against the table, chuckles to himself, and then begins lapping the pulp and juices up from the table, washing it down with the ale.

 

[Knight Otu]

Mightily confused about their behaviours, Flawed looks from Plonk to Rawhide, and back again. It must be some kind of ritual, it thinks. What did Jhaeren call them? Mating rituals?

"Did you find out anything, Gannon?"

 

[MadMaxim]

Turning to Flawed: "Indeed, I did Flawed. This book has a strong magical aura about it, so whatever information this book might contain, it is hidden from us through magical means. So, if we are to bring its secrets into the light of day, I think we will have to follow the caped fellow's advice and visit the Broken Anvil tomorrow." He quickly drinks the ale, whistles for the bar maid and picks up a gold piece from the purse that is hangning from his belt. "I don't know about you people, but I'm most certainly interested in getting to the bottom of this murder, because there is obviously more to it than meets the eye. Has anyone any idea about where we can find a place to stay? I'm not from these parts."

 

[Ashy]

"'Deres some niiice garbage heaps down da rode a bit... Lots'ta eat, plenty'a room ta spread out..." Rawhide spreads his clawed and filthly hands and beams, as if he were speaking of a palacial mansion.

 

[Old Fezziwig]

The barmaid thanks Gannon for the gold piece. "Are you covering the entire tab, sir, or would you be needing me to break this?"

She turns to Rawhide. "Oh, and I've been asked to ask you not to lick the table. Perhaps you would like something to eat?"

OOC: I'll let you all continue to talk about a place to stay and that sort of thing. When it looks like you're done and have chosen what to do, I'll move the story along.

 

[Knight Otu]

Flawed looks at Gannon as if it had not considered the reality that the others would need a place to stay - which would not be far from the truth.

"I am interested in solving the mystery as well, but I cannot help you with a place to stay, Gannon. I rarely need such a place."

 

[Ashy]

Rawhide speaks quickly, grinning, "Ya, ya - him said him payin'!". The shifter points to Gannon with both hands emphatically - that is, until the waitress focuses her attention upon him... The shifter then takes on the look of a punished puppy, his head drooping and his lower lip pouched. "Sorry Brown Lady... Rawhide is hungry. You gots stew?" With the last sentence, the shifter brightens a bit, but not overly...

 

[MadMaxim]

"Yes, I'll be covering the entire tab. Keep the change," Gannon smiles at the barmaid. "By the way, can you recommend any particular inn here in Sharn that doesn't charge too much?"

 

[Old Fezziwig]

Rawhide: She smiles gently. "Stew? Yes. Would you prefer Brelish lamb stew or the fish stew?"

Gannon: "You might try the Victory -- it's not far from here." She gives you directions from the Breland Night Owl (where you are). It's in the same tower, only down a level or two from where you are now.

 

[Krug]

Plonk taps his toes. "Yes, let's be there. I too am interested in this!" He says, feeling up the warforged's legs.