Ah, I have no need for a room, nor breakfast really. Just a place to sit down, and maybe some more of this tea. Though bath does sound tempting. Lorien answers, a little cryptically. Those who have spent some time with him, knows that he doesn't need nourishment due to some magic, which also has cut his need to "sleep" to couple of hours. He does however pay the full 7 silver coins. He has never been too carefull in spending, a fault from rich childhood.
"Thank you very much," Rosie replies.
"You're welcome to remain here in the common room until morning. Let me know if you wish to have that bath."
With that, Rosie passes the ledger to her next guest, a local man looking for a night's rest away from from his rundown shack.
As the room starts filling with people, Lorien picks up the sound and pace of his lute, giving them a free night of entertainment, with limericks and songs that the country folk everywhere love.
The crowd listens intently to your performance. They clap and dance along to the music. Several of the offer to buy you an ale. The night's revelry will be a memorable one for all in attendance.
OOC: Perform rolls: Perform checks - one for singing and one for string instrument. (Sing: 1d20+12=26; String Instrument: 1d20+9=27)
Halmar stands up from his seat, nodding to the older man and thanking him for his tale. He walks over to the counter where the elder-halfling is situated and places a gold piece upon the book.
"Thank you, this is a welcome evening of rest." Halmar says as he makes his mark in the ledger.
Rosie's eyes light up when she sees the gold in front of her. The halfling matron smiles pleasantly to you as you make your mark.
"If there is anything else you want deary then just ask. I'm known for my back rubs as long as you don't mind me using my feet."
She flashes you a wink with a laugh before taking the ledger over to Reneg.
The large man will eat his meal while listening to the elf's tune and after the repast, he'll grab his weapon and head up to his room, the weariness of the road weighing on him.
The meal is fair and the company is good. Lorien is in good form tonight. He plays several tunes that you've come to know on the trail with your elven friend.
After having your fill of food and fun, your room is a welcoming place. It isn't large or toasty warm but it is clean, dry and peaceful. You drift off to sleep without much difficulty.
"Just a room and a meal for me, thanks," Reneg says as he drops five silver into the woman's hands. After all, he just had a shower. Why would he now need to take a bath? Strange folk, he thinks as he sits back down to relax near the fire. All he needed now was to dry off a little bit and enjoy this quiet time before the real trouble started soon enough.
Rosie thanks you for your patronage and informs you which room is yours at the top of the stairs before she moves back to the bar to deal with several locals seeking food and ale.
The late afternoon quickly turns to night and the conversation's pick up just after sunset. The whole of Carnell seems to make an appearance at Gurnard's Arms that night as word spreads that there is a bard in town.
Lady Pendour does not attend, however.
"What a great night, friends!" Gareth appears near your group near the end of the evening.
"I must thank you, Master Lorien, for your great performance. You've lifted our spirits during one of the hardest times in memory. I will be honored to escort you and your friends to the manor to see Lady Pendor in the morning. Unfortunately, I must leave you now. I must be getting home. Family and all that."
The big man shakes hands with each one of you before heading for the door.
"I'll come here to get you just after dawn," he turns and shouts near the door. Then he's out the door and into the night.
It has stopped raining, for now.
The crowd call for one more song before the night ends.
