[LPF] The Inheritance

"Trouble will find us if we want it or not. And don't worry bout this litte girl. She can take care of herself easy enough. I'm just the finishing blow." Tyrion says with a smirk, leaning on the counter. "Your best ale, first of all"
 

log in or register to remove this ad

Thuvian goes up to the bar, orders a light drink, and goes up to an empty chair at the table where the lone man sits, "Mind if I and my friend join you? My friend tends to behave better when he has a reason to, and sitting with you would give both him and the other folks here a bit more reason to not start something than if we sat entirely by ourselves."
 

((Back!))


Damaris nods at Old Mags "I'm sorry, I understand now. I won't attract anymore attention with the name" she promises to the woman.


Shades of the dead walk within and you'd be best turning your pretty little head to other things, like these nice boys you have with you.

Damaris giggles "Oh, but our business here is strictly professional, right boys? ...perhaps we will see what happens when I come back home." she winks at them jokingly "Tea would be lovely for me, thank you"
 

"Yes, Cavernous Hode is a fierce guardian of many parsnips. Grr! He will have a blackberry shandy, with a twist. Uh, it is time to drink in an inconspicuous manner, isn't it?"
 

"I don't think that anything you do will ever be completely inconspicuous, my friend, but yes, you are far less likely to upset these good folk if you at least make the attempt. We've had enough of bandits and trouble for one trip; a nice calm night of drink and relaxation would be pleasant for a change." Thuvian understands that hiding the dwarf's oddities is going to do little good, so he simply shifts the perception of them to something comparatively innocuous and common.
 

Thuvian & Cavernous Hode

With his charges delivered the boy darts back out into the darkening street.

The nervous man stares up at Thuvian from beneath bushy brows. "Sit wherever you want, I won't be stopping you. Inconspicuous is good in this city," he says as he spits onto the floor in an expression of disdain for Sumbru and sends his nervous glance towards the other patrons of the tavern. "Parsnip guards?" He shrugs. "Work is work, eh? It all drums up the thirst. I'll stand for the first round; not everything in Sumbru is dark and unwelcoming. The name is Cosmin Siguranta." He glares at Thuvian and Cavernous Hode as if expecting some sort of reaction then motions for a serving girl to come over for their order.


. . . Cosmin Siguranta . . .
 

Damaris, Tasanto, & Tyrion

Old Mags pats Damaris on the shoulder.

"Tea, then. And a pair of ales? My very best." She waits for Tasanto to verify his drink choice then hurries off to the kitchen. She returns with a cup of steaming, fragrant liquid then darts to the bar for Tyrion and Tasanto's drinks. On her return she stands at the table smiling a tight-lipped smile. "All good, yes? So what business brings a bright, young girl like you to dark Sumbru?"


. . . . . . Old Mags . . . . . .
 

"Well, we came here guarding a caravan that brought some food. Seems they got here just in time. And... well, personally I hoped for good stories to sing about from far away lands" she smiles and gives a sip from her tea. "I wanted to know the city a little better too. With my handsome friends here I think I might be safe enough for that"
 
Last edited:

"Good, yes. Thank you." Tasanto tries to sit quietly, but fidgets. He is used to sneaking around by sneaking, not sitting and having conversations. He knows not how to ask for information that is dangerous for the provider as well as those hearing it, in such a public place, so he sits in relative silence. Questioning a lone guard, yeah, that is when he might be more helpful.
 

The dwarf catches the man's glare, but is at somewhat of a loss as to what it could possibly signify. "Cosmin Siguranta? Cavernous Hode is unfamiliar with the name. Is it a code?" He murmurs to himself a moment. "No magicians rust!" he exclaims. "A-ha! Cavernous Hode has uncovered the cleverly hidden secret message ... except he ... uh, well, he's not sure what it signifies, exactly."
 

Remove ads

Top