The road to Vrux.

[RillianPA]

Morrison looks at Rell, holds out his fist, and nods his head. He waits a moment for Rell to react, and then, prepared for a fight, opens the door. "How may I help you?"

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell quickly pulls himself together and steps out of sight of the door, the blue mindblade springs into being in his hand. He nods to Morrison. He is ready for a fight to take his mind off the damnable bread.

 

[DarkMaster]

A tall men dressed in a white suit with a small blue cup embroyed on his right pocket nervously salute Morrison. Replacing his well combed hair the men says. "Sir we are bringning you a meal, courtesy of the direction."

The other man answers Calondor "Special delivery for the new people in town." (Calondor sense motive XXX+3, spot 14+1) Calondor notices that the floor seems frigthfully empty all of a sudden. He also notice that the men talking to him looked at something behind him for a split second.

 

[Scotley]

Rell Half-Giant Soul Knife

Rell frowns at the man's words and thinks, More drugged food huh. I think not. Rell does his best to stay out of sight and keep the mind blade concealed, but he is as taunt as a loaded crossbow ready to spring into action.

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Calondor turns back towards his door hoping to spot what was behind him. If he doesn't see anything he slowly walks away from the two men in the hall (Hopefully slow enough to catch any action).

If nothing notable occurs Calondor goes down to clean up and goes back upstairs.

 

[RillianPA]

"Very kind of you. However, I am trying to take a nap, please come back in a couple hours, and I will be glad to receive you."

 

[DarkMaster]

Calondor, quickly turns his head to see what's behind him. Before completly turning his head his eyes sees the barmaid climbing the nearby stairs in her back in the reflection of a wall mirror.

The men who spoke to him, put his hand under his working jacket to go get something hidden under it. "Sorry pal"

Initiative.
Calondor 18
Waiter addressing Calondor 18
Waiter at the door 15
Barmaid 13
Rell 11
Morrison 8

(OOC Sense motive Calondor. He notices from the men facial expression that he seems unatease and maybe even shy.)

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

Calondor folds his arms and continues walking but he is preparing for the worst.

OOC: Calondor will move as little as possible to still seem normal.
OOC: Is the barmaid just a random bar maid or the bar maid I was talking to before?.

 

[DarkMaster]

OOC The bar maid you talked before

 

[Mithran]

Calondor (half-elf bard)

OOC: in that case..

Calondor smiles at Syla as he see's her come up the stairs "Hello, I wasn't expecting you for a little while yet.. I haven't been to wash yet"