R2: Rats in a Maze [Manzanita judging]

[Patlin]

Tor thinks the offer may very well be a trap... he smiles hapilly at the thought.

"Let's visit this Silver Flagon, then." He's ready to move on to that location at the least sign of agreement.

After all, even if no fight awaits us, at least we'll be out of the rain...

 

[Heckler]

Babette

"Its sure to be dryer than standing here in the street. I say we go."

 

[wmasters]

Metrius nods in agreement, "It's got to be better than being out in the rain. Let's go."

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

Fimble, though huddled and shivering from the wet, looks incredulously at his party members. He whispers quietly, "Eh, what? Why exactly are we following these complete strangers' advice and taking a relatively out of the way detour? You know, I bet this warehouse... or mansion... or whatever it is we're going to look at... I bet it's dry, too. Unless we're changing paths to make sure these blokes don't.... Oh." He shuts up and follows the group.

 

[Dungannon]

OOC: Sense Motive=7 to see if they're hiding anything about the reasons they're watching us.

Metrius can find no reason to doubt the man's words.

The party makes their way to the Silver Flagon. It's a simple two-story building. Just inside the door is a staircase leading up to the second floor where, judging from the sound, the main room is located. A single door stands off to the left of the staircase on the first floor.

 

[Heckler]

"I guess we go up," Babette says, as she starts climbing the stairs.

 

[Dungannon]

The group heads up the stairs to the common room. It is dimly lit, with tables scattered about the place in no discernable order. The bar is on the left wall. It seems the door in the far wall leads to a kitchen, as a waitress comes bustling out of it carrying a tray of steaming bowls. The place is fairly busy. It seems the companions aren't the only ones who decided to take shelter from the storm here.

 

[wmasters]

Metrius casually looks around the common room. "This will do nicely." Heading over to the bar he orders a mug of ale and bowl of stew, and looks for a quiet table to wait the storm out.

 

[Dungannon]

The bartender takes Metrius' order, a disinterested look on his face. "Anything fer yer friends?"

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

Fimble McGee, Gnome Illusionist

Fimble has been strangely silent. Perhaps because of his over-eagerness at the first tavern in this journey. But now he speaks up a bit. "Oh, me? Um, I'll have a cider, please." He fumbles in his pouch for a moment and drops a silver on the counter.