Hunters Needed in the Western Heartlands (IC Thread)

[industrygothica]

I've got to get him to teach me how to do that, Riley thought as he watched the hunter's expertise.

At the inn, Riley supresses a chuckle as the dwarf is put in his place. He tosses the man his three coppers and helps himself to a bowl of the hot stew. The lingering effects of last night's ale were still with him, and he opted to leave that alone for the moment. He takes his bowl of stew back to the table, being careful not to spill any.

"Nice place," he says to no one in particular as he takes in a large spoonful of stew.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion watched as Khondar and Riley retired into the inn, and decided to split off as well. He led his stolen horse around to the stable off to the side of the Sylvan Glade and tied it up in one of the stalls; he did his best at taking care of the animal past that point and left his coil of rope and his adopted father's tools in the stall with the horse (hidden under some hay, of course) before leaving.
Albion walked out of the stables of the Sylvan Glade and took-in the town of Aulbesmil with a look of distaste.
Just a place to lay low for awhile... he thought, trying to cheer himself up.
He walked past the inn to a quaint building that looked to be a general store and stepped inside, keeping a friendly smile cocked and loaded.
"Greetings!" he said loudly to get the attention of a clerk.

 

[hero4hire]

Ulrich followed quietly into the Inn.

He sat at a stool, which protested audibly at the monk's weight but held.

"Stew please."

 

[Verbatim]

"Greetings!" he said loudly to get the attention of a clerk.

The Trusty Nail

Stepping inside the small building, Albion's eyes quickly surveyed the building and quickly realized that besides the basic needs of a farming and logging town, this store seemed to have little else. There were a few hand crafted chairs, some lanterns and oil, and various other mundane items.

"Hello yourself young man, what can I do for you today?"

A man of middling years, walked in from the small room behind his counter. Peering in on instinct, Albion can't see much besides a small wood stove in the corner. The man was dressed simply with one sleeve tied up past the elbow of his missing left arm. Glancing at the cut of your clothes, the man's smile faltered for a moment.

"Are you part of the other group Sven brought into town?"

 

[Verbatim]

Ulrich followed quietly into the Inn.

He sat at a stool, which protested audibly at the monk's weight but held.

"Stew please."

"Just three coppers and a bowl is yours, but by the looks of it I don't think one bowl will be enough for you."

 

[Verbatim]

"Nice place," he says to no one in particular as he takes in a large spoonful of stew.

"Thanks, I will be sure to tell the owner that we met your approval. I have told him before that most people could care less about the outside of the place, as long as the food is hot and the ale isn't all water, but he still thinks that appearance is everything."

 

[industrygothica]

"Thanks, I will be sure to tell the owner that we met your approval. I have told him before that most people could care less about the outside of the place, as long as the food is hot and the ale isn't all water, but he still thinks that appearance is everything."

"I don't know about everything, but a positive exterior never hurts," Riley says before eating another mouthful of the stew. "And this.. this is excellent as well," he says, referring to the stew. Of course, he would have complimented the man even if he didn't like it.

 

[hippocrachus]

Albion knew that he was probably only ten years younger than the man before him but looked twice that due to his heritage. He would have to play his role based on what was socially acceptable for that age.
"I just wanted to..." he began, cutting off after the one-armed man's second question sunk in. "Other group? You've already met the ones that came before us?"
They work fast...
"Excuse me. Where are my manners? Daryc Himdahl, furniture merchant out of Luskan. Sven told us the trouble Aulbesmil was in and I wanted to help in any way."

 

[hero4hire]

"Just three coppers and a bowl is yours, but by the looks of it I don't think one bowl will be enough for you."

Ulrich laughs and fetches a tarnished silver coin from his belt.

"This should be enough to slake my appetite."

 

[xmanii]

Grumbling, Khondar gets up to get some stew, and drops 3 coppers off.