Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[LogicsFate]

Shadé looks around again. Satisfied she lowers her hood, revealing a shifter with dark skin and a copious amount of orange hair. She smiles a toothy grin, Hello, Little one, I am Foloshadé of tribe Tigris.

OOC:[sblock]Save vs. Catgirl? [/sblock]

 

[DrZombie]

A dripping whet hooded figure steps inside. The hood is pulled back, showing a young human with an exotic cast to his features, and pale, almost white blond hair. His eyes dart from left to right, as if looking for hidden ambushers.

He walks to the counter, and politely asks for another tea. He shakes his head at something Brew says, and replies "They had no need of my skills, apparently. They were just trying to test some mechanical contraption, it seems."He smiles without humor."They lack both understanding and insight, but it seemed they were having a good time."

He walks to the back of the room, sits at a table and warms his hands on his cup of tea, meanwhile observing the rest of the bar.

 

[D.Shaffer]

OOC:[sblock]My sig? It's a bit of an in joke. Long story and deals with my current avatar[/sblock]

Ghostsnout turns its head at the newcomer at the bar and goes back to his rabbit. Calren nods at the newcomer while chewing his apple. "Nice weather isnt it? Does it always rain like this?"

 

[LogicsFate]

Shadé also looks to the new coming, unsure what to make.

OOC: [sblock] You sig just made me relise I rolled a cat girl. Sigh there went my blissful ignorance.[/sblock]

 

[LogicsFate]

The Shifter sighs, and resists the urge to put up her cowl and leave. She looks to the customers and then to the warforged.

Sighing again she ripps anouther chunk out of her dinner.

 

[Animus]

The door opens to the Tower's Shard. A warforged is at the door, plated in mithril. Behind him enters a male gnome that is short even for his kind.

The warforged goes over to the bulletin board and pins up a note. He then goes to sit down at a table to join the gnome.

 

[LogicsFate]

The shifter is curious, approuching the board slowly to see what was pin. When close she looks at the note for a few seconds, then returns to her surprisingly empty drink and motions for anouther.

 

[Animus]

The note says:

To whom is interested:

Competent caravan guards needed to accompany merchant caravan from Sharn to
Wroat. Excellent pay. See Hubble Weeklesworth and Swift for negotiation and
details.

--HW

 

[LogicsFate]

Though Shadé looked at the note, she showed no interest, or possibly no comprehension.

 

[DrZombie]

The young man, still holding his cup of tea, wanders over to the board, and reads the note. He looks at the warforged and the gnome, giving them a quick look-over, and approaches them.

"Mr Weeklesworth and Mr Swift, I presume?"