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<blockquote data-quote="ajanders" data-source="post: 3919238" data-attributes="member: 3271">Michael nods and attempts to recover his savoir-faire .&quot;Right. Just...curious. I might go by the camp, then, and say hello. Pardon me...&quot;A moment later he is pounding upstairs in search of a bathroom. He pauses a moment to buttonhole a waiter. &quot;Please give this to the manager in payment. Thank you for your help and kindness.&quot;The startled waiter looks from the silvers in his hand to the armored man carefully pulling roses out of the house flower arrangement.&quot;Sir?&quot; he suggests. The armored man looks at him and hands him a gold piece.&quot;And that's for your trouble.&quot;Certain behaviors are constant to all waiters. The gold coin vanishes and the waiter says politely &quot;Thank you, sir. Is this sir's...warhammer?&quot;Michael picks the hammer up and casually drops it into his sack. &quot;Yes. Thank you for reminding me.&quot;He disappears into the bathroom.The waiter stands, fascinated, gazing at the bathroom door and listening as an extraordinary collection of noises comes through it.&quot;Jewelers tools...&quot;*Clatter*&quot;Bedroll...&quot;*thump*&quot;Tent...&quot;*THUMP*&quot;Blanket, I think...&quot;*CRASH*&quot;Nope. Climbing kit...&quot;*rustle*&quot;Aha!&quot;More thumping and clattering.The waiter is just considering running for the manager when the bathroom door opens and the man steps out, clad now in tight black wool breeches and a close-fitting black coat.He carries a sack over his shoulder and a bouquet of roses.&quot;Thanks for all your help.&quot; he says, and lopes back downstairs.The waiter pokes his head in the bathroom door cautiously.&quot;Tent??&quot;Below him, Michael works through the crowd, heading for the terrace and the Freefolk camp.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="ajanders, post: 3919238, member: 3271"] Michael nods and attempts to recover his savoir-faire . "Right. Just...curious. I might go by the camp, then, and say hello. Pardon me..." A moment later he is pounding upstairs in search of a bathroom. He pauses a moment to buttonhole a waiter. "Please give this to the manager in payment. Thank you for your help and kindness." The startled waiter looks from the silvers in his hand to the armored man carefully pulling roses out of the house flower arrangement. "Sir?" he suggests. The armored man looks at him and hands him a gold piece. "And that's for your trouble." Certain behaviors are constant to all waiters. The gold coin vanishes and the waiter says politely "Thank you, sir. Is this sir's...warhammer?" Michael picks the hammer up and casually drops it into his sack. "Yes. Thank you for reminding me." He disappears into the bathroom. The waiter stands, fascinated, gazing at the bathroom door and listening as an extraordinary collection of noises comes through it. "Jewelers tools..." *Clatter* "Bedroll..." *thump* "Tent..." *THUMP* "Blanket, I think..." *CRASH* "Nope. Climbing kit..." *rustle* "Aha!" More thumping and clattering. The waiter is just considering running for the manager when the bathroom door opens and the man steps out, clad now in tight black wool breeches and a close-fitting black coat. He carries a sack over his shoulder and a bouquet of roses. "Thanks for all your help." he says, and lopes back downstairs. The waiter pokes his head in the bathroom door cautiously. "Tent??" Below him, Michael works through the crowd, heading for the terrace and the Freefolk camp. [/QUOTE]

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