[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=OOC]Yes, I saw them. Thanks for the link . Your numbers look fine to me. If no one objects I'll have Fury take the coffer as part of his portion of the loot. If no one wants the comb then we could say Fury sells it for the group and gives them their share. That way we could move on to shopping or the next adventure.[/sblock]

[sblock=OOC]Works for me . . . Now we just need to approve the shopping rules.

GE, I've been having some difficulty following along in the Tavern. Is your adventure ready to kick off? Or has it done so already?[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

[sblock=OOC]I haven't yet begun recruiting for my next adventure. It is ready to go but I thought (hoped) we could resolve the shopping proposal and get mfloyd and DeWar's characters finished/approved. I could start at any time if people are ready to go. And it should work equally well with first and/or second level characters. It's another brief one but not so short as Frog Hunt. With an adventure awaiting approval it shouldn't matter terribly much if mine is short.[/sblock]

 

[Maidhc O Casain]

[sblock=OOC]Cool. I suppose Pari'll be ready to go whenever he can get a little shopping done.[/sblock]

 

[GlassEye]

Fury re-enters the Inn with a satisfied smirk firmly planted on his face. His smirk and exaggerated gait suggests he's quite pleased with something, most likely himself as usual. He flops down in a chair at the table with Pari, Tahn and Zelena and with an easy grace tosses his adventuring companions their share from the sale of the jeweled comb. "If you haven't found it yet, you have got to check out that Arcane Row place..." His eyes are nearly glowing with wonderment.

 

[Songdragon]

Zelena nods to Fury... "Been there..." She grins as she motions to a fine chain shirt she is now wearing instead of her scale mail and then to a dark wooded shield down beside her backpack. "It has some nice things. I was tempted to buy more than a few items, but thought it a little more practical to save a little of our treasures for another time."

She looks over to Heinrich Schreibersen, "My apologies... And a pleasure to meet you as well... Zelena Adu, from Tal Hallow." She smiles and answers the query, "I did indeed. Work up and just knew how to do them. Kinda of like the minor magics that many gnomes can use."

 

[Scott DeWar]

She looks over to Heinrich Schreibersen, "My apologies... And a pleasure to meet you as well... Zelena Adu, from Tal Hallow." She smiles and answers the query, "I did indeed. Work up and just knew how to do them. Kinda of like the minor magics that many gnomes can use."

"Ja, Mein Frauline. Onkel Vulfgar once spoke of zees such tings. Zauberei he say to me. 'Heinrik,' he would say, " Zauberei use magic like club rather then sharp knife'." The lsd shruggs, " He say many not flattering tings about zem, but I am vith ladies present. And I not repeat zem.

I haf yet to make opinion, As you do not seem to be like mein onklel say they are."

 

[Gerald007]

A dark haired human sporting an outfit of varying shades of green enters the tavern. He lugs a backpack over one shoulder, seeming to struggle with its weight. He takes an open spot at the bar, and smiles at his server. "Greetings, milady," he says with a polite nod of the head. "Could I have an order of today's special and a cup of mead?" He looks around at the various customers, then turns back to wait on his order.

"Waltor, behave yourself," he mutters apparently to himself, as he turns. Upon closer inspection, when his arms rest on the bar in front of him, a small scorpion emerges from some pocket or fold of his outfit. He showed no surprise at this, and began quietly whispering to the animal, outside of the earshot of others.

OOC: Sylvain Marana is currently awaiting approval, so I will be chilling here for a while!!

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Marla the Dunn Wright Inn's newest serving wench - a pretty if slightly built girl whose horns were hardly noticeable in the Dunn's cozy gloom - nods in return,

"One mead commin' right up. Um, you know you have a bug on you right?"

She adds, with the tone of one who is fairly certain this is another of the Dunn's patrons quirks, but isn't quite willing to risk not telling him - just in case.

 

[Gerald007]

"Thank you dear. What's your name? I'm Sylvain, you can call me Syl. And this," pointing to the scorpion, "is Waltor. He's actually a scorpion." In a mock whisper, after putting both his hands over where the scorpion's ears should have been, "he hates being called a 'bug." He's a bit prideful...for vermin."

Yelping in pain, Sylvain pulls back his hand, a mark showing where Waltor had nipped him with his claw. "Dammit, Waltor, you know I was only playing. Be nice!"

Shaking his hand, Syl attempts to ignore the pain. "You have very nice eyes," he says to the server, his eyes unconsciously going to where the tiny horns, almost imperceptible were located.

 

[Aldern Foxglove]

Marla snorts, "Marla, and I am sure you have nice money, in my experience most everyone does." She inclines her head to the scorpion, "My apologies Waltor."

With that she bustles off returning with a tankard of mead, that fills the air with the scent of honey, and setting it down before Syl.