Vendetta said:
The Sea Elf turns to the rest of the crew and says, "Well now, isn't that a proper fellow." Zar dismounts and, with a wave of his hands, dispells his conjured beast and steps into the inn.
As Zar waves his hand, the beast vanishes into the sunlight and he casually walks up the small wooden steps into the Inn. As he throws open the door, he is hit by a rush of music and laughter, with people of every race laughing and drinking. Two Elves are on the stage, playing some lively tune with Lutes. Human females walk back and forth with drinks and steaks in their hands, delivering them to paying customers. As Zar looks over, a Human behind the bar greets him by saying,
"Welcome to the Warlock's Well Master Elf!
Vendetta said:
Zar-Vroxiar enters the Inn and immediately tries to procure the finest room available ((OOC: As stated before, I'm just assuming it is 2gp as stated in the PHB. I'm not sure what the prices are. Zar would like a nice and comfortable room but wont be willing to spend "too much" for it.)) After securing the room, he will make his way back down to the tavern in search of a passable meal and a glass of wine.
The proud Sea-Elf casually walks over to the Bar and looks coldly at the Human, who is a bit intimidated by the grotesque perfection of the Sea-Elf's composure. Regaining himself, he asks Zar,
"Welcome Master Elf, how may I help you today?
Zar casually replies,
"Give me your finest room, this so-called Grand Suite.
A bit shocked by the bluntness of the Elf, the Human pulls out his brown log and flips the pages, looking at the current occupents of the rooms. He points at a Gold Written Symbol and replies,
"The Grand Suite is currently available, 12 Gold Pieces standard, 6 because of a Holiday. Will that be suitable?
Zar nods silently and pulls out 10 Gold Pieces, sliding them over to the man.
"I also want a passable meal and some wine, if that is attainable in this place...
The human chuckles and tells Zar,
"Yes of course Sir. For 10, I can secure you the Grand Suite, a bottle of 56 Shandomier, the finest Elven we have, and a fresh Steak. I'll have them delivered to your table. Here is your key," he says, sliding him over a Golden Key with a ruby imbedded in the center as he takes the 10 GP.
"Also, Third Floor, the Double Gold Doors, that's your Suite.
Taiztu52 said:
Thromgril hops down off of the wagon and sidles up alongside Skarsus to overhear what the halfling is saying. "Splendid!", he extols, "I haven't slept in a real bed fer nearly a fortnight.", he says, while dramatically rubbing his neck and shoulder, as if to garner sympathy. He then turns to Skarsus, eyeing him up and down, appraising the size and strength of the groups new leader. "So, ya know where 'tis we are goin' then.", he says to the horseman. "Tween you and me, these others seem overly interested in this here tavern and the meals it offers. But you son, you look like you've skewered an orc or two in yer day, eh?", Thromgril whispers as he prods Skarsus hard in the kidney with his elbow. As he marches through the front door of the Warlocks Well, he shouts, "Well then, who'll be buyin' the first round?", quickly forgetting any care about where his head rests that night.
As the stunty Dwarf marches in with his exclamation, noone except the Elf looks at him, giving him a sick glare as he walks over to his table and sits down, resting back as he rolls his eyes at the stupidity of the Dwarf, in his own opinion at least.
DeadestDai said:
At the halfling's words Skarsus started to shake his head and reply he was no lord, then the dwarf piped his hopes regarding the horseman's navigational abilities and Skarsus started to nod his head about to tell him "Yes of course.", then the dwarf nudged him sharply in the kidney causing Skarsus to almost double over and he dismounted, once again shaking his head.
All in all a confusing experience, or three.
Remembering the small man's words Skarsus led Palientha to the stable and tied off her reigns. He then removed her saddle and took a brush to smooth out her flanks, talking to her all the while. Once the young warrior was sure his mare was safe, fed and secure, he then entered the Inn and searched for his new found companions.
As Skarsus finishes taking care of his horse, he pats her on the back and heads inside the inn. As he enters, he sees the Dwarf and the Sea-Elf. Zar is sitting a few meters away at his Table, relaxing as the Dwarf bellows,
"Well then, who'll be buyin' the first round?",.
Ferretguy said:
As Ackalon looks to the inns name he sighs to himself..Great leader...I suggested the willing wench, and he gets us hear...gods know where will wind up on the open road...oh well the meal will be better then the last.. He signals to a stable boy tossing him a silver,"A favor Lad, get my gelding from the Willing Wench Inn, stable him here and there'll be another silver for ya...he's a chestnut brown with a black right eye and mild temperment...stabled under the name Larson"
As the lad scurries off he heads into the upscale inn looking for a possible room and meal, Commen room will be fine...after all the best stories take place there.
As the Half-Elf enters, he is greeted by the Human, a bit shocked as well by the Dwarfs loud exclamations. Laughing, he walks over to the bartender, with gold in his hand.
"Common room lad, and a hot meal, nothing too expensive..
The bartender nods and slides him over a key, taking the gold as he tells him,
"Have a seat, I'll have you Wine and Steak sent over immediatly. Enjoy your stay at the Warlock's Well. By the way, room 19 is your room.
As the Half-Elf takes the key, he looks back and searches the room for a place to sit.
Ferrix said:
Wheeling his wagon around back once the others have gone inside, Derrik stables his two mules and locks the entryway into the wagon's interior. With a huff he slings his pack over his shoulder and with a powerful stride walks back around front and in through the front door. Greeting the young horseman with a cheerful clap on his back that nearly shakes the wind from the boys lungs, he grins at the sea-elf and orders himself a fine glass of whiskey to imbibe and hopes for a night full of entertainment and a comfy bed to crash upon once the time comes.
As he finishes stabling the Mules, Derrik pats his horses and marches inside, patting the Human on the back and laughing as he walks to the bar and hunches over the counter, grinning at the bartender.
"Aye laddy, give me A glass of Whiskey, Large, and a room, something comffy ya know?
The bartender happily nods and pulls out the ledger, pointing at a vacancy as he slides him over a key.
"Room 20, here is your key, and here is your brandy.", he says, as he slides him over a glass of Brandy filled by a waitress behind him.
Vendetta said:
Zar-Vroxiar returns the Dwarf's grin with the same salute he had given the Horseman. When Derrik orders his glass of spirits and looks for a place to sit, the Sea Elf gestures to a chair at his own table. "I am sure, my stocky friend, that the last thing a dwarf wishes is to share a drink with a Sea Elf. I assure you, the feeling is mutual. But, these are strange times that bring us together. But for a good wine and a strong Liquor, then this night we are equal. Come, let us see if there is some other common ground that we might be surprised that we share."
The Dwarf grips his Brandy and looks at the Elf, grinning as he walks towards the table, avoiding the masses of people inside as he hears his proposal.
