IC: Dichotomy's Age of Worms Redux, Part IV

[worthley]

[SBLOCK=OOC]Bazrim gave one of the jars of worm paste to Eligos if he had it at the time Kushnak offered it.[/sblock]
Bazrim puts his short arm around the boy and pulls him in close. "Boy, tonight you are going to learn how to drink like a man." The dwarf then gives a smile to Eskard. "Oh, and it's already late, so we all have 3 mugs to make up for."
[sblock=ooc]Bazrim's goal is to get the boy "Di at a bonfire" drunk[/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

"So THAT'S how you find mates... I'd watch myself if I were you boy."

 

[TiCaudata]

"Food and some drink would be good though sir! Eligos recommended you highly. Hopefully there will be more available space for the REST of the time we are staying here..." Erdolliel quickly scopes out the room, sizing up the other patrons.[sblock=oc]look around for anyone of interest. As the night goes on maybe try to gather some info... +0...[/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

"You know Eligos? He's a fine dragonchess player. I'll cut you a deal on the rooms. Four silver each per night, and that includes breakfast. And I'll give you your first drink tonight on the house." In short order, the gnome has cleared a table for you, and soon after your drinks and meal arrive. The fare is MUCH better than what you had in Diamond Lake.

The night passes pleasantly. Tarquin stops by occasionally to make sure your needs are met, and he engages in friendly conversation about local mundane gossip. He makes not mention further of Eligos, except to note, "Your business is your own."

Through conversation, Erdolliel hears a bunch of city news that seems irrelevant. But she does learn that the place to start, if one wants to arrange a treaty between the Free City and the remnants of the Mistmarsh lizardfolk, is with the offices of the city guard.
[sblock=OOC]Nothing else of import will happen during the evening. Feel free to talk more. If you are done, let me know of any arrangements and maybe decide what your plans are for tomorrow.[/sblock]

 

[TiCaudata]

Erdolliel drinks a few and then retires. At some point she spreads out everything in the haversacks and asks Bazrim or Nethezar to glance over them again to make sure that nothing magical has escaped their notice.

Assuming that there isn't anything else. She will hand the blank scroll to Nethezar, "Odd thing to be magical isn't it?"[sblock=oc]the spreading out will occur somewhere when there aren't a few dozen people looking, like in the rooms (of course). If we have missed something, she'll present one of those items to Neth first.

oh yeah, and I'm good for the night...[/sblock]

 

[worthley]

Bazrim's speech becomes more slurred as the night goes on, and the empty mugs collect on the table. At one point, he begins to ramble about the events that lead them to where they are. "You knowthsss kid. Youasin't bad. But, watch outssssss for deadthh wom-ONNNN. It's their fault, to they are to blamed *BURP* for being there, and then they make you look likesss a... a.....a..... You know what I mean."
Through his severe intoxication, when they do reach the room, Bazrim does look over the items, and sharply say "THAT ONE!" while pointing at any newly discovered magical items.

 

[o3caudata]

"We have a good deal of selling and shopping to do tomorrow. Let's be ready in the morning."

[sblock=oc]I have nothing further for the night. We should probably get some kind of idea about what we're gonna buy and make though...[/sblock]

 

[Dichotomy]

Day 36

[sblock=OOC]I agree. I assume that it would be easier to do that either in the OOC thread, via chat, phone, whatever.

I'll advance the IC to the next morning, and you guys can do any IC talking you wish, but let's try to get some handle on that stuff before we actually DO stuff.[/sblock]
Nethezar stays up, slowly drinking with the others, though he seems detached. The scholar occasionally enters conversation, usually to add some biting sarcasm. But he also occasionally seems lost in thought, and even takes out a book in which he jots down notes.

You eventually each find your rooms. While it is quite precarious making your way up the crooked steps, especially for the more inebriated, the rooms are quaint and secure, with a good quality straw mattress bed, wardrobe, and table with oil lamp.

As you arise in the morning, you wake pleasantly in bed, rather than on the ground, and the smell of breakfast greets you as you make your way to the common room again. Spending a good week in the Free City might be enough to make one retire.

 

[worthley]

Bazrim is the first one down in the main room. His eyes seem to be closed as he's grasping to a large cup of tea. When anyone else from the group makes their way down, he only responds with, "Shhhh."

 

[TiCaudata]

Erdolliel comes down the stairs, looks at Bazrim, and gives their guide an impish grin. "Boy!" she says a tad too loudly, "We have things to sell, take us to the fairest merchant in town, or else the dumbest if you think we can get a better deal."[sblock=oc]I think we're probably just about ready to move forward here... Agree?[/sblock]