Thordain
First Post
Gwynnw stands to take the proffered hand.
Well met, Kintys Redstar. I am Gwynnwr Henriksson, or Gwyn as my friends call me.
Ian Taelmaron... no, I haven't heard the name. In fact, I -
At this point, Gwyn notices the third stranger come into the room, right on the heels of the nobleman and his tatooed companion, and close the latch on the door! A stealthy stranger, with quiet and graceful movements, clearly not affiliated with this nobleman, following him in the door and closing and LOCKING it behind him. Something is very wrong here.
This has all the trappings of an assasination in progress!, thinks Gwyn to herself.
Gwyn makes a soft clucking sound with her tounge, the signal she and Smiles have used in the past to signal Danger!!
Gwyn turns back to Kintys. The woman appears genuine enough.
Would you excuse me for just a moment, Kintys?
Gwyn steps across the room to the nobleman's table, and lays a heavily mailed hand on the newcomer's shoulder.
Excuse me, Sir. You've just locked the door to the common room.
Gwyn smiles, a hard smile.
Other patrons might want to visit this establishment. A locked door would prevent them from entering. Perhaps you'd care to unlock the door?
Well met, Kintys Redstar. I am Gwynnwr Henriksson, or Gwyn as my friends call me.
Ian Taelmaron... no, I haven't heard the name. In fact, I -
At this point, Gwyn notices the third stranger come into the room, right on the heels of the nobleman and his tatooed companion, and close the latch on the door! A stealthy stranger, with quiet and graceful movements, clearly not affiliated with this nobleman, following him in the door and closing and LOCKING it behind him. Something is very wrong here.
This has all the trappings of an assasination in progress!, thinks Gwyn to herself.
Gwyn makes a soft clucking sound with her tounge, the signal she and Smiles have used in the past to signal Danger!!
Gwyn turns back to Kintys. The woman appears genuine enough.
Would you excuse me for just a moment, Kintys?
Gwyn steps across the room to the nobleman's table, and lays a heavily mailed hand on the newcomer's shoulder.
Excuse me, Sir. You've just locked the door to the common room.
Gwyn smiles, a hard smile.
Other patrons might want to visit this establishment. A locked door would prevent them from entering. Perhaps you'd care to unlock the door?