Into the Moral Darkness: IC

[Nonlethal Force]

The innkeeper nods as Venial approaches, orders, and leeaves. A few minutes later an elven waiter appears with a small plate of warmed beef and cabbage. The waiter sets down a mug of ale and a glass of water. From the size of the plates and mugs, the innkeeper must have told the elf to bring small sized varieties. The elf reaches into a pocket of an apron and retrieves a small knife and fork as well and sets them down before Venial.

"If you don't mind, sir, I can bring you a booster seat if it might help you enjoy the meal more appropriately. Here at the Slippery Noodle we prefer that to standing upon the benches if you take no offense."

The elf also reaches into an additional pocket and retreives a key with the number twelve painted on it. The waiter sets the key beside the mug of ale.

 

[Velmont]

"It would be appreciated." Venial takes the mug of ale and take a sip. He takes a piece of his meal and start to eat it slowly before the elf come back. Once he get his booster seat, he will gives four silvers. "Thank, is it enough for the meal?" Once it is paid, he will then start to eat it, quickly without not too much, more like a very hungry men. He will try to finish his meal in fifteen minutes. once that done, he put his hand one his belly and then strentch his harm and yawn. He takes the key and walk up to his room, where he will lock the room and close and lock the windows shutter and take some sleep.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The waiter nods at the money. "Aye, that is enough. If you'd rather give me a gold instead it would cover your meal tonight, your stay, and breakfast in the morning. If not you can pay the difference in the morning."

Venial is able to finish his meal just barely in the amount of time and manages to slip out before the waiter can return and ask if there is anything else. Inside the room, Venial is lucky to find that there is only a single window and with the use of a chair is able to secure it and the door.

The morning comes quickly as Venial is able to sleep through the night uninterrupted.

 

[Velmont]

"Fine." He pockets the silvers and hand a gold piece before eating his meals.

He go to his room and blocks the door. That way, I'll be able to wake up if I have been followed. Tomorrow, I'll leave the city. I'll need some clothing. My magic will not hold the roads, and I don't want to be recognize if they have sent patrols on my trace. I don't think it will be too much travelling under a disguise.

Passing a good night, Venial prepare himself. Just before leaving his room, he cast again his spell to take the appearance of the gnome. He go to teh common room and asks teh Innkeeper. "I have a good day of walk, if you can just pack me a few fresh things for my breakfast, I'll eat it later. Thanks."

 

[Nonlethal Force]

The innkeeper nods. "It'll be but a moment sir."

He leaves for a bit and returns with a small sack that contains two cinamon rolls. In truth, it is well more than Venial could eat. The innkeeper doesn't seem to be concerned about it. "Have a good day, sir. Stay with us when you visit again."

 

[Velmont]

"Thank you." tells Venial. He exits the Inn and form there, he doesn't waste time, he heads out of teh town, but he search on his way for a shop of clothing, where he could buy ready to take outfits or clothing.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

Venial is able to head out of town fairly easily and without drawing much notice. He doesn't see any sign that the mayor has tightened security around the town.

Unfortunately, the town of Devil's hand only has slightly over 400 residents - not counting the surrounding farms. Venial finds no clothing shops in town. It is likely that the majority of clothing is either hand made or at the least fabric is purchased in the larger cities - perhaps even Stalagmite itself.

The road connecting Devil's hand and Stalagmite is about 15 miles in length.

 

[Velmont]

Such beautifull clothes... it's just too sad to do that. thinks Venial. He takes his father's dagger and start to cut and rip his courtier's clothing so they looks like rags, putting muds and dirt on it, using his backpack to looks like a poor humpback wanderer. He will travel like that up to Stalagmite, trying to stay away from most encounter.

 

[Nonlethal Force]

[Sblock=OOC]No, haven't forgotten about the game! Busy couple of days. I'll post a longer update tomorrow morning. My wife needs the computer tonight.[/Sblock]

Venial is able to make the journey without drawing much attention. Most of the traffic seems to be merchants and people headed into and out of the area for work. Many look like typical lumberjacks and harvesters.

[Sblock=OOC]I'll post an introductory post to Stalagmite tomorrow when I can do it justice![/Sblock]

 

[Velmont]

[SBLOCK=OOC]No problem, I understand.[/SBLOCK]