(OOC: I'm just going to NPC Ortak's arrival at the inn so we can keep things moving.)
Rayex said:
Seeing the other foreign-looking man speaking to the barkeep and entering the room, Gnro takes a few minutes to work up the courage to approach the barkeep.
"I am supposed to meet somewhere here...." her voice trails of in uncertainty of how to continue. She quickly decided not to.
Rather than risk a prolonged conversation with the human tavern keeper, Gnro follows the cloaked man, and proceeds down the hallway and gingerly enters Arakk's private room. "Welcome," the nobleman calls out, "you have nothing to fear from me."
Whizbang Dustyboots said:
Through the din of the bar, Harval hears the name he had been waiting for, and glances around until he sees where it came from. Glancing at his cards, he sighs; it was a good hand, too.
"Well, boys, I thank you for this lesson, but I'm out." Folding, he nods to the other gamblers with a small nod and heads for the private room, scratching his bicep.
Harval follows shortly behind Gnro, ambling into the appointed meeting room. His eyes linger over the table of refreshments as Arakk bids him welcome as well.
Voadam said:
With a creak the door to the Wyvern's Sting opens and the tall elf enters, his eyes scanning the room darkly.
Brushing past the small cowled figure shrinking from the barkeep Aeligim strides up purposefully and catches the heavy-set man's eye, locking his attention. "Where is the man called Arakk?"
The barkeep spares a moment for direct eye contact, and takes Aeligim's measure. Then he abruptly states, "Down that hall, first door on the right," and points the fiend hunter in the right direction, before turning away. Aeligim strides away, following the rough looking dwarf into the room.
Land Outcast said:
"My pleassure Ssir, my name happenss to be Idivien" The tiefling waits for Arakk to sit, then takes a chair in front of the nobleman. His movements reveal fluid grace, and the darkness of his face is intensified by the contrast with the light from the fireplace.
He removes his hood revealing a marble-white skin, sharp factions, and two penetrating dark emerald eyes, all this framed by short raven-black hair. But he does not remove his scarf, and while staring at the fire, the Raven is looking fixedly at Arakk from the divan.
Almost imperceptibly, Idivien unbuckes the sheath of his rapier and lets the sheathed weapon fall at his feet. A good measure of repect is always needed
"I ordered a bottle of wine for your room, but it lookss like you are well provided... Sso, what bringss us to ssuch a welcoming land?"
Arakk reclines in a relaxed pose, and does not give any perceptible reaction to the tiefling's removal of his hood. He casually sips his wine, nodding in approval when the rogue lowers his weapon to the floor. "Patience, friend, let's allow these others to get settled, thus, I'll not need to repeat myself. The night is young, is it not?"
Finally, a fifth person enters, looking somewhat relieved that he has found the right place. He is a thin and unassuming human with curly brown hair and green eyes, dressed simply. The most eye-catching feature of this man is the mechanical hawk of silver and iron which perches upon his shoulder.
Looking out the window at the evening sky, Arakk notes that the sun has now set completely. With a small sigh, he says, "Only five then? Well, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised, Eru Tovar is hardly a paradise, is it?" He gives a wry smile.
Once everyone has been seated, Arakk continues, "Now then, let's get down to business..."
