Scouting the Spires

[ericpat]

it is not my money
i just happen to be holding it
you speak for us Locutus
so you should be the one to offer him a drink

"All that you have said is true. I wished to give you the oportunity to make the offer yourself, in your own manner. If your wish is for me to make the offer, I shall."

 

[Greybar]

Hollus pushes the door open and enters into the Cold Fire. A smoky warmth exudes from the open doorway, compared to the cool breeze that has begun coming down from the spires. The tavern is a small one, with only three round tables separate from the bar itself. There is an internal door at the far wall, at the end of the bar. The bar is a simple, small thing itself, with only a half-dozen stools before it. There is a fireplace which is coasting on coals at one end, and a few oil lamps dimly light the room.

Built into the wall next to the fire is a series of brass tubes and chambers that appears to be a still of some kind. A short, heavy-set man with oily black curls of hair is tending and polishing it as you enter.

"Ho there, Vanik." Hollus calls out, and the man turns with a smile somewhat at a loss for teeth.

"Ho yourself." He squints a bit at the sight of more of you behind Hollus, pausing for a moment "... and welcome."

 

[ericpat]

Hollus pushes the door open and enters into the Cold Fire. A smoky warmth exudes from the open doorway, compared to the cool breeze that has begun coming down from the spires. The tavern is a small one, with only three round tables separate from the bar itself. There is an internal door at the far wall, at the end of the bar. The bar is a simple, small thing itself, with only a half-dozen stools before it. There is a fireplace which is coasting on coals at one end, and a few oil lamps dimly light the room.

Built into the wall next to the fire is a series of brass tubes and chambers that appears to be a still of some kind. A short, heavy-set man with oily black curls of hair is tending and polishing it as you enter.

"Ho there, Vanik." Hollus calls out, and the man turns with a smile somewhat at a loss for teeth.

"Ho yourself." He squints a bit at the sight of more of you behind Hollus, pausing for a moment "... and welcome."

Locutus smiles, and gives a small wave of greeting to Vanik. "Well, Hollus, where shall we sit to wait for the others to join us?"

 

[Samus_the_Lucky]

Celarus enters the bar shortly after everyone else; he scans the room and heads for the bar.

On the mind-link you hear his quiet thoughts:
Looks like i didn't miss anything... did I? I'm a bit parched, I'll just get myself something to drink, maybe some juice

His mind said juice but his mouth whispers 'wine'.

GM:
[sblock]Let me know if Celarus saw anything interesting outside, or in here as he heads to the bar.[/sblock]

 

[Greybar]

Hollus sits down at one of the tables, replying to Vanik as he does so. "We're got a bit to wait for Garcus, so we thought we might drop by. And I wouldn't mind a shot of the fire, myself."

Vanik nods his head with a smile and heads back to the bar, giving Celarus a nod as well as he comes in. "How goes things within the Veil then? Folks still feel safe behind the fog?"

Celarus
[sblock]
As you were stepping into the bar, a man stepped out of the great hall doors, his eyes immediately looking over at the Cold Fire. He then stepped right back through the doors.
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[daedalus@theworld.co]

As Brother Causarius enters the bar, he stops just inside the door, off to the side. He leaves his hood up and looks around the room. How many people are here? Are they paying a lot of attention to us?

After a quick scan of the room, Albus will sit down next to Celarus.

 

[Greybar]

No one else is visible in the room save for our heroes, Vanik and Hollus.

 

[ericpat]

As we arrive at our table, I'll mindlink:


"If possible, please seat yourselves to my sides, and leave the empty seats opposite me. It will be easier to read the thoughts of the villagers if they are adjacent to each other. If it becomes necessary. Hopefully it will not."


Locutus takes a seat at the table, facing the entrance, then he turns toward the bar, "Vanik, do you serve mulled cider?"

 

[Daphna_Llassa]

Fera would scan the room for people. If she doesn't see anything suspicious she would sit down at one of tables. If possible would like to see door, and where Locutus suggested.

 

[Greybar]

Locutus, Hollus, and Fera sit down at the table. Naturally enough, Hollus seats himself right down on Locutus's left, while Fera sits to his right. Locutus is facing the door, and Fera is then the one closest to the door at the table.

Hollus replies to Vanik's question. "Things are well enough on the island, though people have heard terrible tales of the spires and the last iceberry harvest."

Albus and Celarus are seated at the bar, which puts them in profile to the door, by the by. We'll say Albus is sitting closest to the door. The two of them can see that behind the bar is a sparse collection of earthen mugs, along with a number of mismatched smaller glasses.

"Ay, mulled cider is good when the breath blows down from the spires."

Vanik takes one of the earthen mugs and roughly fills it with a ladle from a cast iron pot that sits over a small flame. Then, moving with considerably more care,, he takes one of the smaller glasses and draws from a tap on a large brassen vessel. The liquid looks thin and volitile, clear with a hint of blue, and seeming to have a slight luminescence to it.

He smiles up at Celarus at the bar as he lifts it, a slight shine perhaps in his eyes. He steps around the bar to bring the cider and liquor to the table. As he steps back, he pauses next to Celarus. "I don't have that much in the way of wine, unless you have a spot of gold on you. Would you like to try some of this to warm you instead?"

Celarus: [sblock]
You hear the sharp sound of wood smacking on wood, like a door slamming in the distance, and some shouted voices.
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