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

[orsal]

"Pleased to meet you," says Nurlan to the newcomer. "I'm Nurlan, and I'm heading out on a foray that may or may not be long and I hope will not be fruitless. Some unfinished business."

He then turns to Joe and says, "I'm on my way out in a few minutes. I'll clear out the room." He heads upstairs to the room where he's been staying since returning from Monemvassia. He returns shortly, much more encumbered with weapons and miscellaneous paraphernalia. He is singing
Good-bye, my friends
Good-bye for now
The time's not right to stay
Good-bye my friends
And all, fare well
We'll meet again some day

Then he walks outside to his horse tethered outside the inn and hits the road with his travelling companions new and old.

 

[Steve Jung]

Charlarn of Phyrah: Male human cleric 2

Charlarn calls out to the departing adventurers, "Wait for me, please. I need to change into my traveling clothes." He races up to his room and gathers his gear. Then he goes outside to meet the others. "Bye Joe, I hope to see you again."

 

[Velmont]

Rinaldo looks at the other leaving. He takes his glass of wine and finish it in one shot.

"Here the money Joe!" he says, leaving a few gold.

"Now, let's hope I am not doing a mistake."

On that, he takes his hat and put it on his head, grabs his bag and walk out.

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant enters the inn more or less a minute after the last of the adventurers leave on their quest. She has been visiting Orussus' temples, praying that some sort of opportunity be sent her way. "Lady Fant of Lionel," she says shortly to the tavern at large, giving a courteous nod only to Joe, and then heads over to the board where employers would post notices.

As she looks at the post-board, she hides her dissapointment with rigid self control. Very few would actually see it- and fewer still are likely to tell her that she just missed something. She sits down at the bar, ordering nothing, and seeming to stare into space. Fant is in a poor mood. She is ill-suited to inaction.

 

[Guilt Puppy]

Sturm watches much of the inn clear out, disinterestedly. When they're gone, he raises his glass, commenting less than softly: "Well, 'ere's hopin' not all 'f em make it back too safely, eh?"

Turning, he notices Lady Fant perusing the job board and, not being the best student of human reaction, calls out to 'er:

"'ey! 'ny good work 'ere on tha' board? I'd check fer m'self, ye know, 's jus' what my readin' eye got bit by a bug o' s'me sort, 'fore I killed it, ye know..."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant takes a moment to react, and then turns slowly. She stares, briefly, at the filthy and scarred dwarf, as if processing something. Whether it's his appearance or his veribiage is anyone's guess. Finally she says, "No. Nothing of note."

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

Persephone had been glum after Rinaldo left. Her only friend in the adventuring world, other than Zoe the beautiful Paladin, who had never returned to the Inn.

Her eyes perk up at Fant's entrance. Her eyes rove over the young woman's clothes and stature, with critical appraisal. She then glances down at her own simple adventuring attire, and sighs.

She then rises, taking with her the tall wine glass, and approaches Fant at the bar. "Greetings, mylady. I am Persephone." She lowers her voice a notch. "I used to be a princess," she glances around, "but things got bad." She raises her voice back to normal level. "Now I'm an adventurer."

She then flashes Fant a winning smile of bright white teeth.

 

[Uriel]

OoC:Sorry for the delay,GP, I was away from the comp this weekend.

IG

Smiling wanely at the Dwarf, Silvercat shrugs and says 'Alas, my last venture was hardly what you might call lucrative. That yonder Knave, Devlin was also on an ill-fated search for a scoundral who owes us a sum of coin. P'raps something shall appear that is worthy of our talents, eh master Sturm?'

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

Fant turns to the new interruption of her staring into space, and reacts slightly differently that she did to Sturm. Her mind, leaping at the slightest bit of challenge, goes about deducing whether or not the girl in front of her is delusional, lying, or actually telling the truth. Her physical appearance is certainly not that of a peasant. Short, slight, pale, and beautiful, she certainly reminds Fant of any number of similarly aged noble girls she encountered at the few functions she attended.

Which begged the question, of course, of why she was here wearing plain clothes. The obvious reply was that she was taking the course of action recommended by so many muddle-headed stories and disguising herself as a peasant to go adventuring. With this thesis in mind, Fant decides to take the foolish girl under her wing. It is not a particularly conscious decision, or meant to be patronizing. Fant simply feels a bit of a connection with this person in a somewhat similar position to her own.

She turns, stands, and bows at a forty-five degree angle from the waist. “Milady.” She waves her hand at a nearby table. “I would be honored if you would join me for a glass of wine.” She slips unconsciously into the mode of speech used between nobility. With them both seated, and a bottle of wine brought to their table by a serving woman, Fant says “I must admit some affinity for your plight, having missed my chance to be a duchess but a slight happenstance.” She grimaces at the memory. “I must admit I do not recognize any particular accent or mannerism that would identify your place of origin. If I may be so bold as to inquire, what manner of circumstance brings you here?”

 

[Manzanita]

Persephone

"Oh, you know, most people think Princesses have it so easy - what was your name again? First, my uncle became King instead of my father - he never liked me much, you know. Then he tries to marry me off to some guy I've never met. Could be romantic if he were really hansome and nice and rich and all, but my little brother met him one time and said he was a real jerk. All full of himself, you know, like some of those princes are. To top it off, my brother steals my uncle's magic sword, which sends him balistic, you know, and his son, my cousin, rapes my friend, and isn't punished." She shakes her head. "I just had to get out of there! I didn't even have time to get my nice jewelry. So here I am in these traveling clothes, with only my owl Fridley for company. What's that Fridley? Yes, go outside for that sweetie."