[IC] Stealthy Missions: Prologue

[Thels]

Right. Enough chit-chat. We're walking now. Byorn walks after his collegues, trying to keep a low profile, which is far from successfull, considering his looks and smell.

 

[Xael]

While Rowenstin takes off looking for the mansion (getting back to this soon), others start walking to the random direction James decided. They find a large three-story house soonish, with a sign reading "Troll's Banquet". The people going in and out don't really look like commoners, more like adventurers and "shady people", with a few merchants here and there.



OOC: I'm going away for two weeks, starting sunday. I might not have access to computer/internet.

 

[Inez Hull]

"Aah looks like my sorta hovel. I'll have to trust your instincts a bit more often James."

Orland doffs his hat and when he replaces it his face takes on a different appearance, that of a slightly younger and less weathered man with nuetral, unmissable features. He steps into the light and noise of the inn and calls out over his shoulder, "Awright then, whose round is it, I'm parched"

 

[Thels]

Byorn looks at the building, sighs and then heads in. He glimpses where his companions are heading, then goes for the bar and asks the barkeeper: "Got goat milk?"

 

[Dalamar]

James moves his hand across his face, revealing the face of a half-elf from underneath. He then stumbles in after Orland.
"You owe me a drink, I got us here."

 

[Wilphe]

Jeffrey sidles in behind and between you and decides, at this point, that whoever's round it is, it's not his.
"Well. we didn't tell the wizard where to find us, but if he's any damn good as a diviner he won't need us to tell him. Pale stout, please."

 

[Inez Hull]

"There's a little rule o'thumb that I've found works well to resolve the old "whose round is it anyway" dispute", Orland smirks, "the person not drinkin' alcohol pays for everyone else."

 

[Dalamar]

"I like that rule" James pats Byorn's shoulder, "and you look like you do too. A bottle of wine for me, good barkeep."

 

[Inez Hull]

"Brandy for me, and none o' that Sembian rubbish, there are times when only dwarven will do."

 

[Inez Hull]

"And be quick about it!", Orland calls out playfully. He then turns to James and mutters for his ears,"Hell, I've spent months at a time in the wild before and I ain't never forgot how ta order a drink."