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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Snipehunt" data-source="post: 1132436" data-attributes="member: 13142">In the Upstart RavenOOC - I drew a map and everything!  Couldn't you at least of spit at a guardsmen or something? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> Karthak opens the heavy oak door, setting loose a blast of noise and warmth and the scent of food and good ale.  The room is deadly quiet, no noise except the crackling of burning logs in the fire.The room is well lit, and a cheery fire burns in a stone fireplace set in the middle of the floor. A dozen or so patrons sit at the four tables, or at the long bar that runs the back of the main room. At one table, three men and and women in their mid-twenties were singing an old folk song of a young woman who swam to sea searching for her lost Jeremy, but stopped instantly when Baldor entered.  The other PC's, especially Aesa, gather a few suspicious looks, but Baldor and Ivar are eyed with open hostility.  A few whispers start up  ("What be this?"  "A dwarf, first o' all, and now a monster?"  "Summat got to be done."  "Where be Monat?") from the patrons.A tall, elderly man is tending bar. He was much fatter in his youth, evidenced by long jowls hanging down both sides of his mouth, and flaps of loose skin on his arms. A middle-aged woman is carrying a tray filled with dirty clay mugs and wooden plates.  One of the patrons call out to "Duggan" to "do something about these folk," marking this old man as the person Sheriff Monat had spoken too earlier. Duggan looks askance at the whole party.  When his eyes cross Baldor, they stare at him for a long, hard second.  He looks at Ivar, and his jaw clenches as he quickly looks away."Travellers, I'll stand ya a mug of ale, but ya drink it outside, hear?  Just leave the mug outside, and head off ta the Sleeping Cat.  They'll take yar sort down thar."He quickly pours 7 clay mugs of ale, somehow manages to grab them 4 in one hand, 3 in the other, and heads for the door.  He stops right before the cluster of PC's, pointedly waiting for them to leave.Everybody make a spot check.</blockquote>

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