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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Uriel" data-source="post: 1526311" data-attributes="member: 8222">The door leading from Penn'y dining hall opens from outside, showing a small elf boy latching it to the wall adjacent while simultaneously sweeping the porch with an old switch and trying to picking up the spittoon from last night's patrons. Sniffing distatefully, the lad smiles a bit at those up early and heads out back, seemingly to wash out the spittoon and perhaps clean there as well.Penny emerges from the kitchen, a pile of sausages big enough to choke an Ogre balanced upon her arm, the other hand carrying a platter stacked impossibly high with griddle cakes. Behind Penny are three children, 2 male humans and a tiny halgling girl, no more than 2 feet high. The first two carry platters of scrambled eggs, the smell of onions and peppers wafting off and into your noses. The tiny girl struggles (but succeeds) at trying not to spill a pitcher of molasses. Once the entire meal is layed out, the children run back and forth, bringinf utensils and other odds and ends of a proper breakfast, including coffee and tea.Penny smiles over it all, whistling happily, though she stops long enough to address the newcomers 'I takes in Orphans and others down o' their luck...I talked with that nice young woman fer a spell this morning, and her'n'her two lads'll be stayin on a bit. I have a spare room an the boys can help bring in hares an such, sprucing up the fare around here.Anyways, is'there anythin else you Good Folk'll be needin?'*********************************************************Across town, in a basement where none knew there was one, two men met over a table of stone.One set a long cloth-covered bundle upon the table, steppingback.The second man stood silent for a moment, then smiled and opened the cloth. Within lay a long blade,it's edges keen and well-wrought. The man lifted the sword, turning it this way and that. The edge glowed briefly, and hummed as if it were alive.the first man nervously said 'Well,we have,um.//agreed upon a price. Six thousand in Jewels, I believe...'The second man ignored this chatter, peering at the blade, as if listening to it. He peered down it's length, tested differet grips and the ease with which it was wielded.Even easier was how simple it was to impale the fool before him. The Sword seller died quietly,quickly... The shadowy man frowned. He had hoped to get more sport from this fool, but the sword had been eager...almost hungry.</blockquote>

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