Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

[Macbeth]

"No, Sergeant Dolom, Sir, I think you've got it all."

Reg is fine with going to Litlow's house for the night, if that is that plan.

OOC:

 

[Ashy]

The shifter's brow furrows slightly for a moment, but then she replies, "I've nothing more to give save my prayers..." With that, Snow-in-Dusk quickly moves over to the deceased and whispers a near silent prayer. While none of you are sure, it seems that the shadows grow a bit darker around the shifter and the body for a moment, but you cannot tell if it is a trick of the storm or something more...tangible.

She then stands, wipes a tear from the corner of her eye, and nods to Litlow. "I be ready."

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: Just waiting on Dralon.

 

[Ashy]

OOC: Come on, Hammer!

 

[jasamcarl]

ooc: giving Dralon another day. I am committed to this game, promise.

 

[Ashy]

OOC: Very glad to hear it...

 

[shouit]

ooc->Hopefully it be soon. Come 'on Hammer.

 

[DralonXitz]

Hammer's silent eyes glare over the short one and nods to him.

"That would be appreciated, friend. I can assure you, I shall not harm your property.

 

[Ashy]

Snow-in-Dusk falls in line, following Litlow. She tries to stay a step or two away from Reg and Hammer at all times, looking terribly uncomfortable if this is not possible. However, whatever burden she bears, she does so silently...

 

[shouit]

Litlow starts walking in the direction of his house. Happily mumbling to himself about tall people in gnome houses.