Ulrich ducks through the doorway into the warmth of the inn. He chuckles at Brock's dramatic entrance. The young man certainly has flair, that's for sure. He settles at a table and motions for the others to join him while they wait for Sturma to return with the drinks. He nudges Hrothgar with an elbow, and leans in. His conspiratorial 'private' voice could probably be heard in the next town over,
"I've got quite the thirst after that little scrap. I don't doubt we all have, eh? That Brock's a bit flashy isn't he? Bit of a showman by the look of it. Confidence of youth, I call it. It'll serve him well no doubt, though wiser heads might need to hold him back from situations he doesn't know not to get into."
As you walk into the tavern a take a seat a middle age man with a red face wearing a apron, presumably the innkeeper, walks over. "Ho there travelers, splendid night! Although you do look a bit worse for wear." he says in a cheery tone before shrugging, "You're not the only ones though." he gestures towards a table in the corner where a lady with golden hair is seated. She is so bundled in furs its impossible to tell anything about her. He turns back to you, "Well anyway how can I help you?"
Brock would give his coin to the innkeeper. "Make sure everyone get's a drink, and let them know that they are compliments of Stonefist" Brock would say to the man with a grin. When he points out the woman covered in furs, He would make his way over to the golden haired woman. "Mind of I sit down? I heard you've had a rough go today." The burly man would say as he stands beside the chair... trying his best to not frighten the woman in any way. "We had a bit of a scrap ourselves. I took two arrows to the back on account of some.... bandits..." He would add... his eyes wondering a bit when he mentioned bandits.
"If you can bring over whatever you have for supper would be great. A warm meal will do me a lot of good" says Tandri as she shakes off some of the water soaked in her clothes. She sheepishly looks to the middle-aged man "Sorry about getting your floor wet. It was really coming down outside."
"As the young fellow says," booms Ulrich. "Ale and food to fortify us. Nothing complicated, whatever you have going will suffice. I hear old Lord Mendis came to a sticky end, eh? How's business been under this new chap?"
“Right, for me the same. A simple dinner and some ale to wash it down. You’ve got some beds left?” Myrla replies to the innkeeper as she glances over to the table that he pointed out. She is surprised to see that Brock is already on his way to the lady that sits there. ‘Looks like he goes straight to business, this one’, she things and keeps her ears up trying to listen in her reply to Brock.
Brock would give his coin to the innkeeper. "Make sure everyone get's a drink, and let them know that they are compliments of Stonefist" Brock would say to the man with a grin. When he points out the woman covered in furs, He would make his way over to the golden haired woman. "Mind of I sit down? I heard you've had a rough go today." The burly man would say as he stands beside the chair... trying his best to not frighten the woman in any way. "We had a bit of a scrap ourselves. I took two arrows to the back on account of some.... bandits..." He would add... his eyes wondering a bit when he mentioned bandits.
The innkeeper chuckles and grins, “Pleasure to serve!”
You walk over to the lady and she seems a bit shaken and hesitating but still nods.
"If you can bring over whatever you have for supper would be great. A warm meal will do me a lot of good" says Tandri as she shakes off some of the water soaked in her clothes. She sheepishly looks to the middle-aged man "Sorry about getting your floor wet. It was really coming down outside."
The innkeeper laughs, “It’s all fine! Would you like some steak and potato's, my specialty! I hear you was in a spot of trouble?”
"As the young fellow says," booms Ulrich. "Ale and food to fortify us. Nothing complicated, whatever you have going will suffice. I hear old Lord Mendis came to a sticky end, eh? How's business been under this new chap?"
The jolly innkeepers face darkens, “Ahh, poor Mendis. He was a good fellow.” He then grins, “Business is fine, the new lord hangs out around the other tavern until he wants the finer stuff. Ahh I wasn’t a bit happy when that other tavern opened up, serving dwarven spirits and everybody lapped it up!”
“Right, for me the same. A simple dinner and some ale to wash it down. You’ve got some beds left?” Myrla replies to the innkeeper as she glances over to the table that he pointed out. She is surprised to see that Brock is already on his way to the lady that sits there. ‘Looks like he goes straight to business, this one’, she things and keeps her ears up trying to listen in her reply to Brock.
“Right you are lady. Steak and spiced potatoes, my specialty.” He turns to the kitchen and shouts for the daily special. He turns back, “I’ve got a few rooms left, enough for you and yer companions. Comfy rooms they are.”
Brock Pulls out the chair and spins it around, straddling the back of the chair with his large legs and folding his arms across the back of it. "So! My name's Brock... but most people call me Stonefist around here." He would say with a smile. He would raise a hand and motion for a set of drinks to be brought to the table. "Hope you don't get the wrong idea about me buying you a drink... see I bought a round for everyone in here... I don't want you thinking I'm talking to ya for any reason other than being friendly... and maybe a bit nosey." He would add with a wink. "So like I said before... my pals and I got attacked on the way into town. I had to rip a pair of arrows straight out of my back not more than an hour ago while standing out in the pounding rain... Not exactly my idea of a great day... How about you? Do you want to talk about your day? Maybe I can help? I'll be honest, most of the time my answer to a problem involves punching something really hard..." He would then hold up his two large and heavily scarred hands. "But you'd be surprised how many problems can be solved that way..." He would add before crossing his arms once more against the back of the chair and then laying his head upon them. "But enough about me... maybe you could just start by telling me your name if you like. Otherwise I can leave you alone with your drink if you're not in the mood for a chat. There are plenty of other folks in here that I can bother if you like."
"Perfect," Myrla replies to the innkeeper. "That'll do fine. I had hoped for more simple accommodation but better a comfortable room than then sleeping under the leaves, I guess."
While the innkeeper is away to get food and make arrangements, Myrla will get up and go over to Brock. She slacks her hand on his broad back in a friendly way, "Easy big friend, the poor lady looks like she's nearly throwing a fit after your approach. Sometimes you don't know how intimidating your enormous presence is to those of us that are more fragile." She smiles comforting at the lady at the table, "Apologies, my lady, it's really only his way to offer help because h overheard that you were troubled earlier. He's just that direct, if you get my meaning. He's a good fellow and you needn't be worried. If there is anything you'd like him to take care of, I'd say you can speak your mind freely. And if you prefer, I can take him back to our table where is already sorely missed."
"Oh hey now Myrla, I'm just trying to make a new friend." Brock would reply with a grin before taking his drink from the table and downing half the mug. "She's right though.." he would add before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm just trying to help and I ain't one for using fancy words... so I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong. I suppose if you'd feel more comfortable speaking to a woman like yourself, I can leave you two to it." Brock would suggest before finishing his mug and placing it back on the table.
“We are travelers indeed. Just arrived moments ago. Got to say, roads get more dangerous each passing day. What gave us away? You have a keen eye.” Myrla says and sits down on a chair next to Brock. She will signal the innkeeper that she changed table, when she can, so that her food arrives to her and doesn’t just sit on the other table and gets cold. Pity that would be, with her grumbling stomach and all. “Let me guess, you’re a traveler, too?” She tries to get the woman talking about herself. In her experience most people only really need a little bit of prodding and then actually enjoy talking about themselves and their problems.
"Well you look like you've been in a bit of trouble lately and people staying at home tend to meet the same things every day." When Myrla states the roads get more dangerous she nods "I take it you was attacked on the road a well? You cant be to wary around here."
Brocks eyes go wide and he sits up a bit straighter. "Yes! Did they try to rob you too? We put a pretty good beating on them. Not all of them survived their Introduction to StoneFist." He would say with a grin.
"So, they have been accosting other travelers as well. At least it is warm in here with good food" Says Tandri as starts eating once the food is served.
Sturma brings the drinks over to those who are at the table with the mysterious woman.
As she does so she looks to see if anyone else in the tavern is particularly paying attention to the table, or the woman. She also glances quickly to see what the woman has with her, in terms of bags, foci, or weapons.
She says little as she sets the drinks down, before she steps away again to be at a table a little distant but within earshot, as a good servant in a travelling entourage should.
“So it’s true. You had been waylaid,” conjectures Myrla. “Let me guess, goblins and a bugbear looking for a staff?”
"No, I wasnt troubled by some goblins. Just a band of ruffians looking for an easy robbery. They took everything but my staff." she points to a plain oak staff sitting beside her.
*Formatting broken, cant go out of bold for some reason?*
Ulrich ducks through the doorway into the warmth of the inn. He chuckles at Brock's dramatic entrance. The young man certainly has flair, that's for sure. He settles at a table and motions for the others to join him while they wait for Sturma to return with the drinks. He nudges Hrothgar with an elbow, and leans in. His conspiratorial 'private' voice could probably be heard in the next town over,
"I've got quite the thirst after that little scrap. I don't doubt we all have, eh? That Brock's a bit flashy isn't he? Bit of a showman by the look of it. Confidence of youth, I call it. It'll serve him well no doubt, though wiser heads might need to hold him back from situations he doesn't know not to get into."
As you walk into the tavern a take a seat a middle age man with a red face wearing a apron, presumably the innkeeper, walks over. "Ho there travelers, splendid night! Although you do look a bit worse for wear." he says in a cheery tone before shrugging, "You're not the only ones though." he gestures towards a table in the corner where a lady with golden hair is seated. She is so bundled in furs its impossible to tell anything about her. He turns back to you, "Well anyway how can I help you?"
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Brock would give his coin to the innkeeper. "Make sure everyone get's a drink, and let them know that they are compliments of Stonefist" Brock would say to the man with a grin. When he points out the woman covered in furs, He would make his way over to the golden haired woman. "Mind of I sit down? I heard you've had a rough go today." The burly man would say as he stands beside the chair... trying his best to not frighten the woman in any way. "We had a bit of a scrap ourselves. I took two arrows to the back on account of some.... bandits..." He would add... his eyes wondering a bit when he mentioned bandits.
"If you can bring over whatever you have for supper would be great. A warm meal will do me a lot of good" says Tandri as she shakes off some of the water soaked in her clothes. She sheepishly looks to the middle-aged man "Sorry about getting your floor wet. It was really coming down outside."
"As the young fellow says," booms Ulrich. "Ale and food to fortify us. Nothing complicated, whatever you have going will suffice. I hear old Lord Mendis came to a sticky end, eh? How's business been under this new chap?"
“Right, for me the same. A simple dinner and some ale to wash it down. You’ve got some beds left?” Myrla replies to the innkeeper as she glances over to the table that he pointed out. She is surprised to see that Brock is already on his way to the lady that sits there. ‘Looks like he goes straight to business, this one’, she things and keeps her ears up trying to listen in her reply to Brock.
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The innkeeper chuckles and grins, “Pleasure to serve!”
You walk over to the lady and she seems a bit shaken and hesitating but still nods.
The innkeeper laughs, “It’s all fine! Would you like some steak and potato's, my specialty! I hear you was in a spot of trouble?”
The jolly innkeepers face darkens, “Ahh, poor Mendis. He was a good fellow.” He then grins, “Business is fine, the new lord hangs out around the other tavern until he wants the finer stuff. Ahh I wasn’t a bit happy when that other tavern opened up, serving dwarven spirits and everybody lapped it up!”
“Right you are lady. Steak and spiced potatoes, my specialty.” He turns to the kitchen and shouts for the daily special. He turns back, “I’ve got a few rooms left, enough for you and yer companions. Comfy rooms they are.”
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"Steak and potatoes sound perfect. Yeah, there was some tussling outside, but we came through alright" says Tandri.
Brock Pulls out the chair and spins it around, straddling the back of the chair with his large legs and folding his arms across the back of it. "So! My name's Brock... but most people call me Stonefist around here." He would say with a smile. He would raise a hand and motion for a set of drinks to be brought to the table. "Hope you don't get the wrong idea about me buying you a drink... see I bought a round for everyone in here... I don't want you thinking I'm talking to ya for any reason other than being friendly... and maybe a bit nosey." He would add with a wink. "So like I said before... my pals and I got attacked on the way into town. I had to rip a pair of arrows straight out of my back not more than an hour ago while standing out in the pounding rain... Not exactly my idea of a great day... How about you? Do you want to talk about your day? Maybe I can help? I'll be honest, most of the time my answer to a problem involves punching something really hard..." He would then hold up his two large and heavily scarred hands. "But you'd be surprised how many problems can be solved that way..." He would add before crossing his arms once more against the back of the chair and then laying his head upon them. "But enough about me... maybe you could just start by telling me your name if you like. Otherwise I can leave you alone with your drink if you're not in the mood for a chat. There are plenty of other folks in here that I can bother if you like."
"Perfect," Myrla replies to the innkeeper. "That'll do fine. I had hoped for more simple accommodation but better a comfortable room than then sleeping under the leaves, I guess."
While the innkeeper is away to get food and make arrangements, Myrla will get up and go over to Brock. She slacks her hand on his broad back in a friendly way, "Easy big friend, the poor lady looks like she's nearly throwing a fit after your approach. Sometimes you don't know how intimidating your enormous presence is to those of us that are more fragile." She smiles comforting at the lady at the table, "Apologies, my lady, it's really only his way to offer help because h overheard that you were troubled earlier. He's just that direct, if you get my meaning. He's a good fellow and you needn't be worried. If there is anything you'd like him to take care of, I'd say you can speak your mind freely. And if you prefer, I can take him back to our table where is already sorely missed."
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"Oh hey now Myrla, I'm just trying to make a new friend." Brock would reply with a grin before taking his drink from the table and downing half the mug. "She's right though.." he would add before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "I'm just trying to help and I ain't one for using fancy words... so I'm sorry if I came on a bit strong. I suppose if you'd feel more comfortable speaking to a woman like yourself, I can leave you two to it." Brock would suggest before finishing his mug and placing it back on the table.
She smiles timidly, “Please, take a seat both of you. Are you travellers?”
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“We are travelers indeed. Just arrived moments ago. Got to say, roads get more dangerous each passing day. What gave us away? You have a keen eye.” Myrla says and sits down on a chair next to Brock. She will signal the innkeeper that she changed table, when she can, so that her food arrives to her and doesn’t just sit on the other table and gets cold. Pity that would be, with her grumbling stomach and all. “Let me guess, you’re a traveler, too?” She tries to get the woman talking about herself. In her experience most people only really need a little bit of prodding and then actually enjoy talking about themselves and their problems.
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"Well you look like you've been in a bit of trouble lately and people staying at home tend to meet the same things every day." When Myrla states the roads get more dangerous she nods "I take it you was attacked on the road a well? You cant be to wary around here."
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"Yeah, we were traveling back home when we got attacked... We won though." Brock would reply with a grin.
“So it’s true. You had been waylaid,” conjectures Myrla. “Let me guess, goblins and a bugbear looking for a staff?”
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Brocks eyes go wide and he sits up a bit straighter. "Yes! Did they try to rob you too? We put a pretty good beating on them. Not all of them survived their Introduction to StoneFist." He would say with a grin.
"So, they have been accosting other travelers as well. At least it is warm in here with good food" Says Tandri as starts eating once the food is served.
Sturma brings the drinks over to those who are at the table with the mysterious woman.
As she does so she looks to see if anyone else in the tavern is particularly paying attention to the table, or the woman. She also glances quickly to see what the woman has with her, in terms of bags, foci, or weapons.
She says little as she sets the drinks down, before she steps away again to be at a table a little distant but within earshot, as a good servant in a travelling entourage should.
(Merry Christmas all)
She smiles back before gazing at the fire. It is clear she has something troubling her.
"No, I wasnt troubled by some goblins. Just a band of ruffians looking for an easy robbery. They took everything but my staff." she points to a plain oak staff sitting beside her.
*Formatting broken, cant go out of bold for some reason?*
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