KaintheSeeker said:
About half an hour later, she appears in her more usual neat and somber manner of dress and joins the group (making it a point to stay out of reach of Jericho's imfamous pinching hands) and orders a light wine from the servents.
OOC: Is Whitney wearing the trinket given to her by Jericho?
Jericho eyes her with his usual, roguish grin, "Now if only the elfy would dine with us, the Fist would be complete, a feast for us this eve, my comrades, a feast for our success, and continued endeavors!"
Jericho stands, and throws back the flap of his new cloak, wearing expensive, finery, and no armor, and his elegant yet deadly enchanted blade at his hip, along with a dagger, he raises his cup, "I propose a toast, my comrades, to the Fist of Duvik!"
he shouts loudly, "We have overcome many foes, and our success, has brough us wealth, prestige, and to the people of Duvik, some peace of mind. But now my friends, we face great and terrible war, we must look the spectre in the eye, and we must not fear. We shall be triumphant, by Moradin's Hammer, by the strength of the wee folk, by the bow of the elves, and by the courage of men, we shall prevail. A toast to the Fist, a toast to the Sherrif, and a toast to victory!"
Jericho pauses, allowing the crowd to enjoy the toast, before continuing in a more softer, and dignified tone, "But my news shall not end there gentlemen, and gentle ladies,"
leering at the women of the room, settling on poor Whitney, "Today I, Jericho Ibn al-Sufaed, announce my intentions to court the beautiful, and much too intelligent for her own good Whitney Delnoir, she accepted my gift of courtship, and along with it, my heart."
With that final statement, Jericho bows to Whitney, and takes a seat with his companions once more, very pleased with himself.
