Tavern Tales Chapter #1: The Forgotten Forge

Litlow smiles. "No need worrying about that, she sleeps like an anvil. At least until something gets broken, she then can hear no matter where we are. I will take us into the kitchen, that way, we can get something to eat. Everyone, duck." Litlow walks into the doorway into a hall, beckoning everyone to follow. The narrow space is just tall enough for a human to duck and walk, slight hunched over that is.
 

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Snow-in-Dusk takes off her dripping wet cloak and tries to dry her face and arms off a bit with it before hanging it up somewhere appropriate. She places her backpack on the ground and her weapons atop it; she then follows Litlow into the kitchen. Her stomach growls slightly and the shifter blushes in embarassment at the overly loud sound...
 


OOC: That is fine with me, but if we decide not to Snow-in-Dusk has a bone or two to pick with a couple of her "team-mates". However, it can just as easily be done in the morning...
 

As they come up to the small shop, Hammer looks in amazement at the tiny door and sighs, nodding to the entering members of his group as they go in. Popping his head inside, Hammer tells them, "Not to be rude my friends, but I think that I shall remain on guard duty outside the door tonight. I hope you all get rested up, you'll need it."

Hammer then pulls his head back out and stands straight, looking into the dark city as the rain still gleams down his mithral coat.

Interesting people, these lifeforms are. Very interesting indeed...
 




If you need to talk to him, Reg would be fine with some conversation, but he won't initiate anything. Otherwise, I'm fine with jumping forward to the morning.
 

OOC: We can just jump ahead then, I guess.... Snow-in-Dusk would not approach Reg regarding this, at least not while Hammer is not around to hear it as well...
 

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