From humble beginnings...

[Narrator]

To M'faro

After watching the clouds and feeling the wind on your face as you traverse the streets, you reckon that with the southerly blowing off the Nyr Dyv, it will probably moisten things up a lot and so it will get a lot worse over the coming days.

 

[Grenier]

Grenier runs a hand through his wet hair.

"Do you have any idea on how long this rain will last M'faro? Maybe for now we should head back to the inn and let her ladyship find out what she can. There could be some travelers of past that know a route to Critwall."

OOC: What's the time now in Gorsend?

 

[M'faro]

I think it will rain for at least two days. If we travel cross country from here to Critwall, it's the same we leave tomorrow or in a couple of days. The terrain will be soft and soaked. But if we go first to Willip, to where the road is good, we can hope the weather be better when we arrive there.

 

[Narrator]

DM: To Grenier: The time is ten minutes after the last time I told you... so about 3.10pm.

To the shoppers: Are you three just going to stand outside the shop, getting wet?

 

[M'faro]

To his shopping companions

OK. We got the pony and the maps, let's go and get the rest of the things we need and go back to "The Ardent" until this rain gets worst.

 

[Grenier]

"Agreed."

Grenier will go with the rest of the shoppers back to "The Ardent".

 

[Garik]

Garik is waiting at the Ardent, in its common room, with whomever decided to hang back. He has ordered himself a mug of boiling water, into which he has dropped strange leaves from his pocket to brew a tea. He scans the room, waiting for others to return, looking out for anyone that might look suspicious.

 

[Narrator]

To Garik

A couple of men, with an uneasy look about them, watch you as if their interest is more than mere curiosity.

Before you can decide what their intentions may be, you hear a voice from behind you say something in Ancient Baklunish and then you feel hands run over your shoulders.

"A bakluni man... it's been ages..."

Here the silken female voice stops and lowers to a whisper where you then also feel her hot breath against your ear.

"...since I've had a bakluni man..."

 

[Garik]

OOC: Where is Garik sitting? He would have tried to obtain a seat with no one behind him where he can scan the room. Has anyone touched him?

 

[Narrator]

To Garik

DM: The common room is packed with over one-hundred patrons of all shapes, sizes and races. You were lucky to find a seat at all, let alone one with a small table. Though you managed to put your back to one of the many solid wooden beams, it was barely wide enough to prevent anyone from coming up behind you.

As I've stated before, I don't do retroactive actions. If you had wanted Garik to only have sat in the bar if he could have his back to the wall, then you should've stated that.