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<blockquote data-quote="Snipehunt" data-source="post: 1147647" data-attributes="member: 13142">The bartender squints through his one eye at Osric's coin.&nbsp; He reaches out a grimy hand and picks it up.&nbsp; &quot;Feels right.&nbsp; But this hain't the seal o' Mordent.&nbsp; Nor any udder land we's seen.&quot;He bites into it, leaving small indentations where his mismatched yellow teeth hit the coin.&quot;Taste's right.&nbsp; Tell yer what, I'll take yer coin.&nbsp; But ya hain't but paid for 5 o' Kartakass, and thar be 7 of ya.&nbsp; Being as ya wants both rooms and all.&nbsp; Ya wants the common?&quot; he says doubtfully, taking in Osric's fine clothes and the espensive armor of the others.The group of four alike-looking ruffians snickers at Ivar's question.&nbsp; But it appears good-natured to Ivar, who recognizes souls kindred to his own in many ways.&nbsp; The woman appraises the tall, strange-looking half orc in a long, steady look.&nbsp; &quot;You might not have any troubles here, traveller, if you make the right friends.&quot;She groans for a second, then reaches down to rub her shin,&nbsp; &quot;None of that, Adris!&quot; she says to one of her companions.&nbsp; &quot;I need no brothers lookin' after me.&quot;At that, the four put their heads together and continue a quiet conversation.(listen checks for everyone)Drevan and Aesa take a seat near the front at an empty table.&nbsp; Although the chairs look rickety, the binding and splinting has made strong, if odd-looking, seats.&nbsp; Blue-Eye looks over from the man and woman and laughs.&quot;Tain't nothing right about this place, but it'll do the trick,&quot; the bartender says.&nbsp; &quot;There be all manner of strange things about at night.&nbsp; Once yer out of shot o' the guard, you be on your own.&nbsp; Take care.&quot;(Unless I hear otherwise, Ivar, Baldor, and Karthak are also at the table for the moment.&nbsp; You can stand to talk to the folk at your next post, or wait developments.&nbsp; Listen check first, though.)</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Snipehunt, post: 1147647, member: 13142"] The bartender squints through his one eye at Osric's coin. He reaches out a grimy hand and picks it up. "Feels right. But this hain't the seal o' Mordent. Nor any udder land we's seen." He bites into it, leaving small indentations where his mismatched yellow teeth hit the coin. "Taste's right. Tell yer what, I'll take yer coin. But ya hain't but paid for 5 o' Kartakass, and thar be 7 of ya. Being as ya wants both rooms and all. Ya wants the common?" he says doubtfully, taking in Osric's fine clothes and the espensive armor of the others. The group of four alike-looking ruffians snickers at [COLOR=Red]Ivar's[/COLOR] question. But it appears good-natured to [COLOR=Red]Ivar[/COLOR], who recognizes souls kindred to his own in many ways. The woman appraises the tall, strange-looking half orc in a long, steady look. "You might not have any troubles here, traveller, if you make the right friends." She groans for a second, then reaches down to rub her shin, "None of that, Adris!" she says to one of her companions. "I need no brothers lookin' after me." At that, the four put their heads together and continue a quiet conversation. (listen checks for everyone) [COLOR=DarkGreen]Drevan[/COLOR] and [COLOR=Blue]Aesa[/COLOR] take a seat near the front at an empty table. Although the chairs look rickety, the binding and splinting has made strong, if odd-looking, seats. Blue-Eye looks over from the man and woman and laughs. "Tain't nothing right about this place, but it'll do the trick," the bartender says. "There be all manner of strange things about at night. Once yer out of shot o' the guard, you be on your own. Take care." (Unless I hear otherwise, [COLOR=Red]Ivar[/COLOR], [COLOR=MediumTurquoise]Baldor[/COLOR], and [COLOR=Yellow]Karthak[/COLOR] are also at the table for the moment. You can stand to talk to the folk at your next post, or wait developments. Listen check first, though.) [/QUOTE]

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