[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

"Indeed, Gordaro certainly does have some sass. He certainly has Commander Handso down perfectly..."

Falkner pauses a moment, looking at the back sheet.

"Damn shame about Captain Renorre however. I met him once in the academy, he was a good man."

"Perhaps all this warrants some good looking into..."
 

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"These were people you knew. I'm sorry; didn't mean to make light of their misfortune. I was thinking of looking into it myself." Fury seems suitably chastised and changes the subject somewhat. "You are a White Cloak?"
 

"No worries, you did not offend me. I didn't know Renorre well, but I do recall meeting him once."

Falkner smirks before continuing...

"As for your second question however, I was a White Cloak, in the officer corps in fact. I left though, shortly before graduating due to an illness in the family. Truth be told I don't think it was the life for me, but thats all another story for another time. At present it seems like there are mysterious goings on afoot, and I for one would like to lend a hand getting to the bottom of it all."

Wanting to cut himself off before delving into hi whole life story, Falkner places some coin down on the counter and calls out "Two ales please!" before turning back to Fury.

"So where are you from friend?"
 

As Mortar approached the bar he removed the massive hammer from the holster that held it and before sitting placed it at his side. He pulls a silver from the coin purse hanging at his side..."Ale fer me bones madam. It has been a long and troublesome road."he says as he gives a weary sigh of relief. As the bar maid brings him the ale he asks ..."Is there work to be had in this town? I can track and kill most anything that needs to be killin." Mortar finishes with a long draw of his ale.
 
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NPCing barmaid - human female

The middle aged barmaid looks at the dwarf a little longer than the first time. Her eyes widen at the sight of his weapon leaning against the bar. It's huge size and twin gruesome looking goblins make here catch her breath a little.

"I think... I think Zitteaux is looking for someone to hire," she says staring into the great green depths of the dwarf's eyes. "He is... he is in the kitchen." she finishes pointing towards the kitchen door.

[sblock=OOC] Welcome TSS follow the link and join the others on a trip to earn a little coin. Happy Gaming. [/sblock]
 

Elessar stumbled into the tavern awkwardly, catching his hat the moment before it fell off, with the raven and his shoulder cawing desperately at it's master's mistake. "Caw, pull yourself together, dangit!" - the raven yelled out in perfect common. "Shut up!" - the elf answered without hesitation with an annoyed look on his face. He moved to the bar, making the smell of alcohol around it even stronger, and took a seat on one of the stools. "Give me some darn ale and make it quick! And what's there's to do in the area anyway? There they go, mom and paps, spitting all that jazz about how easy it'd be to find an adventure!"
 

A slender, supple, dark-haired female elf, clad in form-fitting leather, strolls into the tavern. She looks over the room with curious and keenly intelligent eyes that are colored a bright, bold violet. Finding a seat at the bar, Coreuth Din'assa sits upright while waiting for service. When she catches the attention of a bar maid, she inquires, "Miss, could bring a me a glass of your sweetest wine?"
 

Fury, male human bravo

Fury pauses for a moment then realizes that Falkner is probably just being polite. "I'm Planks born and raised." He watches the man closely to gauge his reaction though his right hand, his sword hand, twitches briefly. "Looking for honest work that lasts a bit longer than a week. If I can get it."
 

Mortar removes another piece of silver from his coin purse and hands it to the bar maid. "Much thanks for the ale and direction lass and don't worry bout the goblins, they deserved every bit of what they got." he replied as he hoped down from his stool and as he made his way to the kitchen door he turned and winked..."If you ever find yourself in any trouble lass, simply ask for me and by Rogar I'll be there." He turned back around as he pushed the door to the kitchen open.
 

"Frost" - Female Tiefling Barbarian

The night noises of the City of Glass swell briefly as the door opens, then fade again into the monotonous buzz of conversation and clattering of dishes that are the hallmark of a prosperous inn in a large city.

The warm lamplight casts a ruddy glow on what is obviously pale skin - not the sickly white of one who lives her life in the underground but a pure snowy white suffused with the healthy pink of flowing blood. Ice blue eyes, so startlingly pale they are almost colorless, and hair of silver with the slightest tint of blue confirm the tall woman's otherworldly bloodlines for any astute enough to notice the unearthly grace of her movements.

She smiles slightly as her gaze easily pierces even the darkest corners of the tavern's common room, and she begins making her way to the bar. As she glides sinuously through the crowded room, some of those to whom she passes closely feel a chill, a slight winter breeze snaking up their spine in the muggy heat of the city, and their arms are briefly pimpled with goosebumps.

So much a part of her is the huge sword across her back that it passes unremarked until she slips the baldric over her head and leans the weapon against the bar. "Barkeep, ale if it pleases you. Make it something with a little flavor!" Silver rings as she drops a piece on the bar. Her voice, pleasant but nothing extraordinary, speaks the common tongue with the musical lilt of far off places.

When her ale arrives, dark and foamy, she raises the mug to the barkeeper and takes a long, appreciative swallow before turning to lean back against the bar and survey the room.

[sblock=OOC]Having a little trouble with the mark-up; I'll fix the color as soon as I figure out how to show the code so I can change it. Ah, that's got it![/sblock]
 
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