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<blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 7938975" data-attributes="member: 59816">Dandin was thrilled (though not surprised) to discover that these folks had heard of the Doughty Daggerfordians. They laughed and said, &quot;Welcome, gents!&quot; and &quot;Glad to see you lot!&quot; as they opened the gates and let the wagon roll through.They had a similar reception at the inn's stables, where several local lads were acting as grooms. The stables were packed, but the boys said (to Titus), &quot;We'll find a place for them, m'lord.&quot; and, &quot;They're in good 'ands, right enough!&quot;The wagon itself sat horseless in the yard in a place where, if the inn were attacked, it could be used for cover and the mounted crossbow had a good range to fire across the creek.The Elfwood was packed. So packed that there were tents in the yard (even in the vegetable garden, in the plots that had already been harvested.) and the rooms were full - one extended family to a small room. By the time the Daggerfordians entered, the innkeeper had been told of their arrival, and he greeted them at the door himself.&quot;Greetings my friends, I am your humble host, Fehlkeun Thalurien. Of course, you may call me 'the Falcon' like everyone else.&quot; said the innkeeper with a smile and a bow, &quot;There is food in those pots and ale in those mugs. None of it is quite as good as we normally offer, but there it is. We are not accepting payment at this time, but we must ask that you not over-indulge. We may need to keep this going for awhile, and alas, our stores are not unlimited.&quot;He seemed as if he were about to say more, but he was called away by a man hauling a large keg from the cellar. He said as he turned to go, &quot;There is so much to do, I'm afraid. Welcome to the Elfwood!&quot;[GM]People of <s>Daggerford</s> Newfield: The FalconOwner and proprietor of the Elfwood tavern in Newfield, the Falcon is a retired member of the Lords Floshin Guard. As an elf, his several centuries of age barely show in his fine features. He has a long, thin nose, that suits his name, and the wiry build&nbsp; of an archer. Though friendly and gracious, he occasionally lets slip that he is battle-weary and increasingly world-weary.[/GM]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="FitzTheRuke, post: 7938975, member: 59816"] Dandin was thrilled (though not surprised) to discover that these folks had heard of the Doughty Daggerfordians. They laughed and said, [B]"Welcome, gents!"[/B] and [B]"Glad to see you lot!" [/B]as they opened the gates and let the wagon roll through. They had a similar reception at the inn's stables, where several local lads were acting as grooms. The stables were packed, but the boys said (to Titus), [B]"We'll find a place for them, m'lord." [/B]and,[B] "They're in good 'ands, right enough!"[/B] The wagon itself sat horseless in the yard in a place where, if the inn were attacked, it could be used for cover and the mounted crossbow had a good range to fire across the creek. The Elfwood was packed. So packed that there were tents in the yard (even in the vegetable garden, in the plots that had already been harvested.) and the rooms were full - one extended family to a small room. By the time the Daggerfordians entered, the innkeeper had been told of their arrival, and he greeted them at the door himself. [B]"Greetings my friends, I am your humble host, Fehlkeun Thalurien. Of course, you may call me 'the Falcon' like everyone else." [/B]said the innkeeper with a smile and a bow, [B]"There is food in those pots and ale in those mugs. None of it is quite as good as we normally offer, but there it is. We are not accepting payment at this time, but we must ask that you not over-indulge. We may need to keep this going for awhile, and alas, our stores are not unlimited."[/B] He seemed as if he were about to say more, but he was called away by a man hauling a large keg from the cellar. He said as he turned to go,[B] "There is so much to do, I'm afraid. Welcome to the Elfwood!"[/B] [GM]People of [S]Daggerford[/S] Newfield:[B] The Falcon[/B] Owner and proprietor of the Elfwood tavern in Newfield, the Falcon is a retired member of the Lords Floshin Guard. As an elf, his several centuries of age barely show in his fine features. He has a long, thin nose, that suits his name, and the wiry build of an archer. Though friendly and gracious, he occasionally lets slip that he is battle-weary and increasingly world-weary.[/GM] [/QUOTE]

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