(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VI
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El Jefe said:
The look on Oirhandir's face said much that his words had left unsaid. While Eruin knew his mother's language and relished the music of its tones, he was nevertheless struck by melancholy thoughts of a parent he had not seen in more than a few years. By now, his memories of her were probably more a product of his own creation than a reflection of a truth that was...
Snapping back to the present and the task at hand, Eruin looks to Oirhandir and, with a subtly upturned lip that approaches a smile, he speaks to Oirhandir in the language in which he was asked with an accent that belies his heritage:
Well, I shall wait with you then...let us hope that our patron's nephew has a keen sense of time...
Oirhandir smiles warmly and replies in kind:
"Excellent!", thinks Oirhandir to himself. "Six in our party, counting Rupert Vaneelkelen's nephew, and at least three of us know the High Tongue! Such a relief after a month aboard the Courier, with 16 humans, 2 halflings and a dwarf."
Noticing that the bards in the corner are taking a break, Oirhandir retrieves his chimes and a mallet from his pack, and begins to play several old elven melodies. Someone familiar with the songs would recognize the tunes as ones dealing with travel, with good company, and with opportunity met.
He pauses every now and then to take a sip of his ale, and to glance outside for signs of activity.
"Then I should be glad to have your company. Let us relax and enjoy some of Joe's ale, since I fear it will be several days before we will have the opportunity to do so again."
"Excellent!", thinks Oirhandir to himself. "Six in our party, counting Rupert Vaneelkelen's nephew, and at least three of us know the High Tongue! Such a relief after a month aboard the Courier, with 16 humans, 2 halflings and a dwarf."
Noticing that the bards in the corner are taking a break, Oirhandir retrieves his chimes and a mallet from his pack, and begins to play several old elven melodies. Someone familiar with the songs would recognize the tunes as ones dealing with travel, with good company, and with opportunity met.
He pauses every now and then to take a sip of his ale, and to glance outside for signs of activity.
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El Jefe said:
Listening to Oirhandir's tale, a smile begins to crawl across Eruin's face for the first time in a long time. It is the first true moment of relaxation since Eruin arrived in Orussus and he is not unaware of the fact. As his smile broadens, Eruin looks skyward, his memories of yesteryear tumbling into the present, as if summoned forth by Oirhandir's chimes...
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Scun's first visit to the inn
A short, muscular Half-Orc enters the Inn through the front door. The dust on his boots and armor indicates that he has been on the road recently. With a toothy smile full of crooked teeth and spotted gums, Scun approaches the bar.
Oy! Hows about some ale over here? Name is Scun. I help the truly needy, those who have no one else to aid them. I'm looking for some goodly folks to travel with who won't look at me sideways for my orc blood.
OOC: New adventurer, Cleric of Mongrel
A short, muscular Half-Orc enters the Inn through the front door. The dust on his boots and armor indicates that he has been on the road recently. With a toothy smile full of crooked teeth and spotted gums, Scun approaches the bar.
Oy! Hows about some ale over here? Name is Scun. I help the truly needy, those who have no one else to aid them. I'm looking for some goodly folks to travel with who won't look at me sideways for my orc blood.
OOC: New adventurer, Cleric of Mongrel
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Scun scans the tavern while savoring an ale. Hearing some fellows chatting nearby about helping people, his attention comes to rest on them. He clears his throat, puts down his ale, and speaks.
Ho there friends. I hear you speak of helping people. I also have a desire to help people. Maybe we can work together?
Ho there friends. I hear you speak of helping people. I also have a desire to help people. Maybe we can work together?
Oirhandir observes a dour young man leading a train of animals outside the inn, and finishes his current tune after the second chorus instead of playing it through to the end.
Speaking in Common, he announces to Eruin: "I believe that would be Rupert Vaneelkelen's nephew." Putting away his chimes and mallet, he continues, "The road calls." Lifting his tankard in salute, he finishes, To our success and safe return!" With that, he drains the last of his ale, picks up his staff, and goes outside.
Speaking in Common, he announces to Eruin: "I believe that would be Rupert Vaneelkelen's nephew." Putting away his chimes and mallet, he continues, "The road calls." Lifting his tankard in salute, he finishes, To our success and safe return!" With that, he drains the last of his ale, picks up his staff, and goes outside.
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"It seems that another group of adventurers departs." Ashnar, now feeling better-rested, walks up to Scun, ao'Thuir and Remi. "Helping others in need is always a worthy goal. Scun, I am Ashnar, a wizard of combat and of protection. I admit that my skills at magic are not quite as well-developed as I would like them, but that is part of the reason we are here, right?" Ashnar smiles friendly as he introduces himself.
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