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<blockquote data-quote="haiiro" data-source="post: 1797584" data-attributes="member: 1891"><p><strong>Pub</strong></p><p></p><p>Pub was quite unlike any other building the Follies had seen since their arrival in Selgaunt.</p><p></p><p>For one thing, it was really two buildings in one: the main portion was a wide stone tower, two stories tall, and in front of that was a smallish plaster-and-timber house. The back of the house butted up against the tower, the base of which was large enough that the docks stopped on one side of it and picked up again on the other. A row of narrow windows (much like arrow loops) ran around the top of the tower, and its back half clearly stuck out into the river. On the whole, it looked as though it was once a harbor guard tower of some sort.</p><p></p><p>Thissiken knocked on the stout front door, and after a moment it was opened by a stocky figure at least three feet wide at the shoulders. In one hand he held a quarterstaff, just barely visible past the doorframe. His head was bald, and ran into his shoulders almost without interruption -- but it was his eyes that drew them in. The size of small oranges, they bulged out of his head, taking in every detail of the party arrayed before him.</p><p></p><p>Looking down, he said, "Ah, Thissiken," in a deep and unhurried voice.</p><p></p><p>Nodding, Thissiken produced a round wooden disc and passed it to him. He examined it for a moment, then intoned, "You may come in." As he said this, he stepped back and to one side, swinging inwards in the same manner as a heavy door.</p><p></p><p>"Safest place in Selgaunt," Thissiken reminded the Follies as he led them to their rooms.</p><p></p><p>Inside, Pub certainly looked the part: even the interior walls were a foot thick, and although it was sparsely decorated it felt warm and cozy inside. Padding softly over the straw that covered the floors, the Follies found themselves being led downstairs. Another thick door admitted them into a curved hallway below the waterline, and Thissiken stopped in front of the door to their first room.</p><p></p><p>As he handed over their keys, Thissiken mentioned that he had reserved a room for himself upstairs, just for the next two days. Although everyone was tired, the Follies tried to establish whether or not Thissiken had any plans for tomorrow. He hinted that he might go and visit some of his contacts, to see if he could help the Follies find out what was going on.</p><p></p><p>"Are you going to leave here on your own?" asked Tal.</p><p></p><p>"I might nip out, just for a little bit..." Thissiken replied. Seeing the </p><p>expressions on the Follies' faces, he added, "...No, no, I don't think I'll be going </p><p>out."</p><p></p><p>"Well, if you do, come get us first," said Cupric.</p><p></p><p>Somewhat cagily, Thissiken asked, "Can you give me another <em>feather token</em>?"</p><p></p><p>Of the four <em>tokens</em> they were originally given by Agrafion, only two remained -- one had been used to contact Agrafion himself, when they first found Thissiken; the other they had given to Thissiken that morning, and he had expended it while being chased by Liddis.</p><p></p><p>"We only have two left," Cupric told the gnome, "but we're going to give you one. We'll have to see about getting some more of them."</p><p></p><p>With a hint of a sly smile, Thissiken took the <em>token</em>. As he tucked it away in his vest, he said, "I have a friend who makes these. His name is Quaal."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="haiiro, post: 1797584, member: 1891"] [b]Pub[/b] Pub was quite unlike any other building the Follies had seen since their arrival in Selgaunt. For one thing, it was really two buildings in one: the main portion was a wide stone tower, two stories tall, and in front of that was a smallish plaster-and-timber house. The back of the house butted up against the tower, the base of which was large enough that the docks stopped on one side of it and picked up again on the other. A row of narrow windows (much like arrow loops) ran around the top of the tower, and its back half clearly stuck out into the river. On the whole, it looked as though it was once a harbor guard tower of some sort. Thissiken knocked on the stout front door, and after a moment it was opened by a stocky figure at least three feet wide at the shoulders. In one hand he held a quarterstaff, just barely visible past the doorframe. His head was bald, and ran into his shoulders almost without interruption -- but it was his eyes that drew them in. The size of small oranges, they bulged out of his head, taking in every detail of the party arrayed before him. Looking down, he said, "Ah, Thissiken," in a deep and unhurried voice. Nodding, Thissiken produced a round wooden disc and passed it to him. He examined it for a moment, then intoned, "You may come in." As he said this, he stepped back and to one side, swinging inwards in the same manner as a heavy door. "Safest place in Selgaunt," Thissiken reminded the Follies as he led them to their rooms. Inside, Pub certainly looked the part: even the interior walls were a foot thick, and although it was sparsely decorated it felt warm and cozy inside. Padding softly over the straw that covered the floors, the Follies found themselves being led downstairs. Another thick door admitted them into a curved hallway below the waterline, and Thissiken stopped in front of the door to their first room. As he handed over their keys, Thissiken mentioned that he had reserved a room for himself upstairs, just for the next two days. Although everyone was tired, the Follies tried to establish whether or not Thissiken had any plans for tomorrow. He hinted that he might go and visit some of his contacts, to see if he could help the Follies find out what was going on. "Are you going to leave here on your own?" asked Tal. "I might nip out, just for a little bit..." Thissiken replied. Seeing the expressions on the Follies' faces, he added, "...No, no, I don't think I'll be going out." "Well, if you do, come get us first," said Cupric. Somewhat cagily, Thissiken asked, "Can you give me another [i]feather token[/i]?" Of the four [i]tokens[/i] they were originally given by Agrafion, only two remained -- one had been used to contact Agrafion himself, when they first found Thissiken; the other they had given to Thissiken that morning, and he had expended it while being chased by Liddis. "We only have two left," Cupric told the gnome, "but we're going to give you one. We'll have to see about getting some more of them." With a hint of a sly smile, Thissiken took the [i]token[/i]. As he tucked it away in his vest, he said, "I have a friend who makes these. His name is Quaal." [/QUOTE]
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