Jack of Tales
First Post
Jack eyes the innkeeper as he walks away and fervently hopes harm does come to the man. What sort of innkeep has no ale, Jack wonders. He shakes his head and drags one of the stools over to the counter before taking a swig of the wine the innkeep left on the counter. He seats himself and turns toward the strangely named elf. He chooses his words carefully before speaking, not wishing to be 'interrogated' about what was going on. He had had too many rough encounters where questions where asked and he had no answers.
I have only just arrived in town behind you fellows. I happened into the inn in hopes of a game of dice, a beer and a warm bed. At least I'll be able to get one of those. Could I inquire about who this 'rat' is that you're looking for? I could keep my eye out although I do not know for how long I'll stay in a town about to erupt in bloodshed. Speaking of which, with the local lord dead what will be done about his possessions? And who will take over for him?
I have only just arrived in town behind you fellows. I happened into the inn in hopes of a game of dice, a beer and a warm bed. At least I'll be able to get one of those. Could I inquire about who this 'rat' is that you're looking for? I could keep my eye out although I do not know for how long I'll stay in a town about to erupt in bloodshed. Speaking of which, with the local lord dead what will be done about his possessions? And who will take over for him?