(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn IV

[neoweasel]

Kristoff smiled at the pair of gentlemen as he grabbed his mug and walked over to their table.

"I can ill afford a full night of carousing, but I’d be glad to share a few drinks with you." He set his mug down and extended a hand in greeting. "I am Kristoff Marne. A pleasure to meet you both."

"I'm Gurian Barad, and my drinking companion is D'Artagnon LeDevereaux. I doubt either of us can afford too much in the way of carousing but, hopefully, someone will come along looking for a few folks willing to put themselves in harm's way for profit or excitement."

 

[Scorpio]

"Sit down and take a load off your feet. The rumor is there may be work to be found here, so I reckon I'll be waiting for that...in the meantime..."
D'Artagnon takes a deep swallow of ale...

 

[Ruined]

Kristoff took the offered seat and a long sip of his ale.

"Yes, I'd like to find some suitable work while I'm here. The last city had little to offer other than shoveling manure." He wrinkled his nose at the thought. "I won't say I'm too good for it, but I've been traveling just to avoid such tasks."

 

[Cule]

Izra walked into the tavern wanting to see some friendly faces. It has been long time since he's had a chance to have a conversation. His eagle companion can only do so much to keep his spirits up. While Izra does love nature (being a Druid and all) it's nice to see civilization every once in a while. And after three weeks on the trail without seeing a soul it was about time to meet some folk.

"Afternoon barkeep. Would you be kind enough to get some hot cider if you have it." He looks about to see if there are any kind folk who can help out a poor fellow like himself. Well at least a nice diversion from the open road would be nice in any case.

 

[Scorpio]

D'Artagnon lowers his head and winks at Gurian and Kristoff.
"Think there's much work around here for a falconer? "

He pokes his head up and calls over to the man with the eagle.
"Hallo there! Interesting companion you have! There must be a good story behind that!"

 

[Cule]

Izra turns towards the three fellows. "Ah yes, this is my friend Serac. He has been my constant companion for many seasons now. A few years ago he was shot in the wing by a hunter's arrow. I cared for him and we have been friends ever since. It is not an interesting tale but then my life has not been interesting till recently."

Izra notices that Serac seems to be uncomfortable inside the tavern so mentions to the group at the table, "I believe my friend here will need some freedom right now. Excuse me for a moment." He then proceeds outside to let Serac spread his wings a little and to find food for himself. Izra returns inside the tavern, without his eagle companion, and goes to the groups table. "Hello friends. I am Izra, traveler from the high mountains. Might I have the pleasure of your names?"

 

[neoweasel]

"I'm Gurian. Gurian Barad. Spent much of the last year in a mercenary company mostly convincing some barbarian tribes to choose other lands, less capable of hiring soldiers."

 

[Ruined]

"Kristoff Marne," he said, extending his hand in greeting. "Good to meet you."

 

[Scorpio]

"D'Artagnon LeDevereaux, at your service. Sit down, and drink with us. Tell us more about that bird!"

 

[Jack Haggerty]

The front door of the inn opens slowly, and a small, stooped old man stumbles in. He clothes are crusted with salt and he smells faintly of the sea. His face is pale and his eyes are wild with fear as he frantically and clumsily scrambles into the shelter of the inn.

Some of you might recognize the grizzled fellow as "Masthead" McGlynn an Orussus sailor who owns and sails his own small ship. He's often seen chartering his ship out to adventurers, travelers and passengers who wish to travel the nearby ports. If any man can be said to, Masthead knows the local waters like back his hand... if not better.

He eyes seem to focus briefly on the quartet of adventurers seated nearby. Reeling over to the table as if drunk, he croaks out, "Lads! I needs yer help, for I be in dire straits like as ye'd never seen."