Goran visibly shudders at the thought of the giant snake. "Let's not go that way again, yeah? I'm sure there must be another path to reach the tomb. Surely." He speaks in an almost childlike tone. His fear of the slithering serpent evident, even to the newcomer. "Wait up, I think I need that drink too!" He shouts at Klopas as he scampers after him.
Abrotonon follows Klopas, " Drinking......food......possible debauchery....then sleep....I want 12 hours in bed before I'm heading back there.....the majority of that should probably be spent sleeping."
"Ooh, cider. Mulberry, apple, pear?" Clearly excited by the option of cider, Goran fires a request to Alvestra. "I'll take a cider, of any flavour, if it's not too much trouble". If any where to know his past they would know that cider was the drink of choice for Goran's former employer. The freedom granted him by this thrown together group would finally allow him to taste that which he had served several hundred times yet never tasted.
Abrotonon grinned as the turpentinesque scent of the retsina hit her nostrils, " I can't imagine wanting to move away with all the lovely local sights and flavours."
Abrotonon shrugged, " If we're going your more than welcome to come along. Watch out for the snake though."
"Haha a snake i eat snake for breakfast" he says in a happy tone
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" This snake has already had one of us for breakfast."
Feeling ignored, Klopas shakes his head and shrugs in defeat.
"Well Goran," he comments, "if you feel healed and ready, I guess we can try again."
He turns to glance at Abrotonon & Gerbrek.
"Welcome to the team, I guess...we're gonna need those potions." he says to Gerbrek.
"...and you need to learn to be a little more cautious about the people you meet." he chidingly comments to Abrotonon.
Klopas walks out the door of the room, and heads down to the bar of the tavern. He feels the need for a drink before they leave.
" Like insane Minotaur Kings?", she smirked.
Goran visibly shudders at the thought of the giant snake. "Let's not go that way again, yeah? I'm sure there must be another path to reach the tomb. Surely." He speaks in an almost childlike tone. His fear of the slithering serpent evident, even to the newcomer. "Wait up, I think I need that drink too!" He shouts at Klopas as he scampers after him.
Klopas shot Abrotonon a sideye and smirk before heading down to the bar.
He chooses to wait up for Goran, and feels relieved at hearing his comrade well enough to chase after him.
Making eye contact with one of the barmaids, he takes a seat at the bar.
Abrotonon follows Klopas, " Drinking......food......possible debauchery....then sleep....I want 12 hours in bed before I'm heading back there.....the majority of that should probably be spent sleeping."
Klopas waits for the barmaid to attend to his party.
"Yeah, I suppose that's fine.." he replies. "I might like to see about a merchant trade or selling as well."
"I think we're all looking for a drink..." Klopas replies attempting to appear more cheerful. "What might you have?"
Klopas mulls the offers over for a moment.
"I suppose a mead..." he responds. "I'd like something strong enough to enjoy, but weak enough not to muddle my senses."
He nods his head, looking back and forth between her and his companions.
"What's your name, by the way?"
" Alvestra, such a lovely name.....as for ones importance? Well, thats for you to judge not me."
" Do you have retsina?", Abrotonon purred.
"Ooh, cider. Mulberry, apple, pear?" Clearly excited by the option of cider, Goran fires a request to Alvestra. "I'll take a cider, of any flavour, if it's not too much trouble". If any where to know his past they would know that cider was the drink of choice for Goran's former employer. The freedom granted him by this thrown together group would finally allow him to taste that which he had served several hundred times yet never tasted.
Klopas takes a good drink of his mead.
"Tastey..." he replies after swallowing and swishing his tongue within his mouth. "Thank you."
He gives Alvestra a curious glance.
"Why are people moving?"
Abrotonon grinned as the turpentinesque scent of the retsina hit her nostrils, " I can't imagine wanting to move away with all the lovely local sights and flavours."