Morgan has returned to her table to continue reading Scarlet's book. She occasionally glances about at the pillow fort activities with an amused shake of her head.
The clunk clunk of Hob's canes is heard across the tavern as the ancient halfling shuffles toward a window. The sound of the storm has captured his attention.
Cloud glances outside at the pouring rain. Hmmm...I'd offer to get some blankets from my house, but I'm afraid it's just too wet out. Even if I got to my room, the blankets would be dripping by the time I got back. Plus, I don't love hard storms. She shivers automatically, imagining the cold rain in her fur.
"Don't worry, I have enough blankets for you. I know you don't like to get yourself wet, right?"Thekla walks over to a big closet. "There are plenty of fresh blankets and pillows here."
Thank you so much Thekla! You really are the best!
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
"Thank you, Archibald. These will be great." Yerandell says about the offering. "Would you like some food and drink? Or a soft bed and a bath?"
Archibald twists his face in confusion at the offer of a soft bed and bath. Then as an afterthought, sniffs his armpits and contrasts it with Yerandell's relative scent.
After several seconds of twitching and scratching at his wild outcropping of hair, he manages to get a word out. "YES!" He continues to shake his head and nod afterwords, as if having some very private argument with himself.
"Fine, it'll be either 2 gold pieces, or you help me clean up the mess afterwards. Then it's all settled." Thekla laughs. "I expect the gang and their blanket fort to cause a lot of work afterwards. So I could use an extra set of hands."
Cloud glances up from where she's arranging tables. I'll help out after as well, Thekla. This storm looks like it's going to be a big one, so I'll likely be stuck in here anyway. Might as well do something to help, especially since I might need to rent a room.
I think that I might also need to rent a room. Since the whole storm problem. What would be the required payment?
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Morgan is still watching the goings on in the Tavern, as she is nearing the end of Scarlet's book. At one point she does stop a passing barmaid to order a mug of mead. When the mug arrives, she takes a short break from her reading to enjoy it, glancing over at Nine to see how he's feeling with the storm outside.
Cloud finishes arranging the tables and chairs and starts laying blankets over them. She glances over at Scarlet. How do you want to do this? Should we put something thicker in the bottom, like pillows? If so, we should probably remove our shoes before we go in.
I think a pillow floor would be perfect. And it's probably a good idea to take off your shoes.
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"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Nine reclines in a booth near the table that had been wrecked. He sorrowfully sets aside his Eladrin spun tunic, shredded by the blast of Nim’s strike. Feeling much healed, he scratches at the feathers on his chest, which like his shoulders are more heavily muscled than most of his kind after years drawing a bow made for a much taller man. He manages to find the book of poetry mostly undamaged and flips through the pages, shaking his head in sorrow as he realizes that the last several pieces of verse are torn. He sets himself to repairing his tunic with needle and thread, his movements deft and precise.
Nine blinks up at Morgan and his eyes crinkle in a smile as he shakes his head. He places the book gently on the table and sets the stone Nim had left him atop it.
The words he speaks are in the Common tongue, but the rumbling tones and the volume of the voice is that of a young Dragon,
”I remember my enemy through my scars, little bird.”
Nine has swiftly finished his repairs to the tunic and slips it on. He cocks his head and croaks distress as he realizes that there wasn’t enough fabric to cover his stomach. He throws his head back and the throaty laughter of a salty courtesan tumbles forth. He strikes a sultry pose and pulls the now cropped shirt tighter as he laughs.
Nine strips off the little tunic and folds it into his pack. It would probably fit a halfling and he knew a few. He leans back and props taloned feet on the tabletop, the laughter and the fellowship provided by the Tavern-goers helping to ease the mix of fear and anger that had gripped him. He let the goodwill flow through him, so close to that sense of his Feywild home.
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"Thank you, Archibald. These will be great." Yerandell says about the offering. "Would you like some food and drink? Or a soft bed and a bath?"
Morgan has returned to her table to continue reading Scarlet's book. She occasionally glances about at the pillow fort activities with an amused shake of her head.
The clunk clunk of Hob's canes is heard across the tavern as the ancient halfling shuffles toward a window. The sound of the storm has captured his attention.
Cloud glances outside at the pouring rain. Hmmm...I'd offer to get some blankets from my house, but I'm afraid it's just too wet out. Even if I got to my room, the blankets would be dripping by the time I got back. Plus, I don't love hard storms. She shivers automatically, imagining the cold rain in her fur.
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"Don't worry, I have enough blankets for you. I know you don't like to get yourself wet, right?" Thekla walks over to a big closet. "There are plenty of fresh blankets and pillows here."
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Thank you so much Thekla! You really are the best!
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
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"Alright, Thekla! I would like to pay for one room and a bath for this man, so he has a place to let loose."
"Fine, it'll be either 2 gold pieces, or you help me clean up the mess afterwards. Then it's all settled." Thekla laughs. "I expect the gang and their blanket fort to cause a lot of work afterwards. So I could use an extra set of hands."
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Cloud glances up from where she's arranging tables. I'll help out after as well, Thekla. This storm looks like it's going to be a big one, so I'll likely be stuck in here anyway. Might as well do something to help, especially since I might need to rent a room.
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I think that I might also need to rent a room. Since the whole storm problem. What would be the required payment?
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Morgan is still watching the goings on in the Tavern, as she is nearing the end of Scarlet's book. At one point she does stop a passing barmaid to order a mug of mead. When the mug arrives, she takes a short break from her reading to enjoy it, glancing over at Nine to see how he's feeling with the storm outside.
Cloud finishes arranging the tables and chairs and starts laying blankets over them. She glances over at Scarlet. How do you want to do this? Should we put something thicker in the bottom, like pillows? If so, we should probably remove our shoes before we go in.
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Everything Else!
I think a pillow floor would be perfect. And it's probably a good idea to take off your shoes.
"I want to pull out it's tongue so Timbity can use it as a whip."- W
Scarlet is a red haired wood elf. She is wearing a semi-formal red dress and her green cloak with silver lining. She has a beat up old scimitar at her side. She has dark green eyes and a feather in her hair. Her skin is well tanned.
Nine reclines in a booth near the table that had been wrecked. He sorrowfully sets aside his Eladrin spun tunic, shredded by the blast of Nim’s strike. Feeling much healed, he scratches at the feathers on his chest, which like his shoulders are more heavily muscled than most of his kind after years drawing a bow made for a much taller man. He manages to find the book of poetry mostly undamaged and flips through the pages, shaking his head in sorrow as he realizes that the last several pieces of verse are torn. He sets himself to repairing his tunic with needle and thread, his movements deft and precise.
Watching as Nine sorts through his things, Morgan sets aside Scarlet's book for the time being and once again dons her lodestone rings.
*Nine, I think I can fix that for you if you give me some time with it...*
She motions to the book of poetry.
Nine blinks up at Morgan and his eyes crinkle in a smile as he shakes his head. He places the book gently on the table and sets the stone Nim had left him atop it.
The words he speaks are in the Common tongue, but the rumbling tones and the volume of the voice is that of a young Dragon,
”I remember my enemy through my scars, little bird.”
Nine has swiftly finished his repairs to the tunic and slips it on. He cocks his head and croaks distress as he realizes that there wasn’t enough fabric to cover his stomach. He throws his head back and the throaty laughter of a salty courtesan tumbles forth. He strikes a sultry pose and pulls the now cropped shirt tighter as he laughs.
A sad frown crosses Morgan's face, but she nods her understanding.
The sad frown doesn't last long once Nine adopts his "sultry" pose. Morgan laughs right along with him.
Nine strips off the little tunic and folds it into his pack. It would probably fit a halfling and he knew a few. He leans back and props taloned feet on the tabletop, the laughter and the fellowship provided by the Tavern-goers helping to ease the mix of fear and anger that had gripped him. He let the goodwill flow through him, so close to that sense of his Feywild home.