Scions of the New World:Scene One-Gertle's Gulch...

[Argent Silvermage]

Brahnz sits and watches everything going on. It's her habit to allow the others to talk in social gatherings. She is very shy for what she is. Only Whistler notices the long glances at the mother and her children and he can hear the deep sigh of envy comming from her chest.

I will stay as long as I can. she thinks to herself. You don't know how much I want what you have human. But I will keep you and the children safe. this I swear on my possibly imortal soul.

 

[Uriel]

Frowning briefly at the Dwarf Rogue, the Sheriff says 'Well, why dontcha Folks think about things a spell.There's plenny o'room over at Penny's Place, seeing as she just had a big group leave, freeing up a half dozen rooms fer rent. Her prices ain't bad either, includin breakfast. I have somethings I need ta git onto, seeing as mean' Vim have been doing a bit of talkin when we should 'ave been doing. That Lemonade and the shade of a porch vs. the heat of the Sun'll do thet to ya sometimes. If ya Folks'll excuse us, we have to git fer a bit.'

The aforementioned Hotel is across town, not a very far walk (maybe a half mile at most).

 

[Jeremy]

Gabe nods as the Sheriff leaves and finishes the last of his lemonade. He says quietly to the others, "I'mzz upct for thck-at."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Brahnz awaits Whistler's decision. But the lemonade sounds lovely.

 

[ferretguy]

Well, I've never had a chance to stay there but I've heard its a good place....good food and clean beds. Tzzecct stands up and nods to the Sherif. Thanks for the drinks your honor!

 

[Sparky]

Whistler squints over the glass at the others, the fond look gone. He nods and downs the lemonade at a toss, putting the glass down rather harder than is strictly neccessary, an affirming action. Decisive. "Thank you kindly, Sheriff. We'll go to Penny's. Should we come to you if we get itchy for something to do, or ask around?" Despite the refreshing drink, his voice is gravel, dust and wind. His wings twitch as he flips his hat neatly back up onto his head. More'n likely, trouble will find us.

He looks up, suddenly - something amiss. Where's Semm got off to? How could someone so huge slip away? He shakes his head.

 

[Uriel]

Seem seems to have wandered off, and a glance out the window shows him over at the Blacksmith's, speaking with an old Gnome standing outside, a sooty apron upon his chest, a black-headed hammer and tongs in his hands.

The Sherrif nods at Zadkiel's statement, affirming an answer to the question as well as a good Day.


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Penny's is a fairly clean establishment, and Penny herself a friendly enough old woman. The place has about a half dozen townsfolk (or passers-through,perhaps) in the dining room, eating a early supper, or a late lunch.
from the smell, it seems to be a large roast of some sort,served with bowls of potatoes and onions. The atmosphere is friendly enough, and several of the patrons are laughing jovially at one table (2 dwarves and 3 humans).

The cost of rooms is paid easily from the small change from the Dragon-Scion's monies, a week in advance with no problem. It is an hour later, with Penny's promise of hot baths ('as soon as the kettel kin be heated').

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[hafrogman]

Seated alone at one table there is a stocky, wild looking figure. Dark brown hair hangs down around his head as he leans over his plate, ravaging a serving of roast. His manners leave a little to be desired, but as he hears people entering the place he looks up with a big smile on his face. He gives a friendly nod to the newcomers and then wipes his face with his sleeve before returning to his meal.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

A female "Elf" smiles back at you. She stands about 7 foot atll and is covered in bronze scales. There is a long main of hair down her back that looks like moulten brass from a distance. She is acompanied by a timberwolf wearing a color of elven silk dyed bronze. He notices the bits of food on the floor and starts to scarf them up then sees the dwarf and tail between his legs backs away. I'm sorry master Dwarf. Lupe` has little in the way of social skills. I am Brahnz. My companions and I are new to the Gulch. can you tell me what he news is here?

 

[hafrogman]

The dwarf looks up again when addressed and swallows a large mouthful of food before speaking. He waves a hand dismissively at the wolf.

" 's no problem. It don't bother me none." Then he looks at the wolf itself. "Y'all can come back if you want, I ain't gonna hurt ya."

He returns his gaze to the scaled one in front of him, scratching idly at an itch underneath his beard.

"Nice to meetcha Brahnz, they call me Ezra. I just got here myself, so I don't really know anything newsworthy. But, you're more'n welcome to join me for a meal. If you sit here for a spell, I'm sure that you'll learn something interesting from the people here."