Halfsy and Halfsy Two, the bartender smiles. I can see the family resemblance already. Well, we have three rooms left - why, I think the last time we were fully booked was when my da was still alive. So, are you taking all three, or sharing? There's only two beds in each room, but there's a floor, if you're happy with a dry floor that's regularly swept and occasionally washed. The jungle, you say? Meaning the Vezdaweald? Rotten place, dangerous. Wolves they say. And worse. Well, we've got some jugs of water for a quick rinse, but if you're wanting a proper wash to be rid of the forest smells, then might I suggest the Lucidean Ocean which is about eighty feet thataway. He points.
Silent is inwardly very confused about whether he is Halfsy 2 or Orky. He walks up to the bar and sits down heavily.
I got no problems sharing rooms - rather put that money towards a big tankard of hardest stuff you've got.He grins at Tommet and slides a gold coin across the counter. Rather wash myself in spirits than seawater, you catch my drift?
"Wait, I was under the assumption that I was Elfy? Nevertheless, I will also front the money for one of the rooms. Any of you are welcome to join me of course."
Keyo gazes down at himself in disgust.
"I will also take some pitchers of water as well and perhaps a large basin if you have anything. I am not eager to rinse off in the ocean at this hour."
This is a 'poor' tavern - each room costs 1 silver per night, a meal is 6 copper pieces, and a mug of ale is 4 copper. Please adjust your sheets and confirm here what you have paid and what you've paid for. For example, 'I've deducted 2 silver for a meal, a room and one mug of ale'.
Silent will sleep on the floor of someone else's room, so he'll pay 1 silver and 4 copper for 2 mugs of ale and meat.
He will not head to bed for some time - he will voraciously chug the first mug of ale before moving on to the second at a slower pace. While drinking this one, he will attempt to listen in on any conversations being had by the red-cloaked dwarf woman and her bodyguard.
If (and only if) those two are out of earshot, he'll motion to Tommet and whisper Looks like you got some other out o' towners here, eh? Something goin' on or just a lucky night for business?
Silent is free to kip on to the floor of Pockets' room, or take the second bed if no one else does. Orky, do you want to room with us or by yourself? Pockets is talking to Keyo.
Just a lucky night, I reckon. The lady and her friend are off into the forest looking for rare flowers or somesuch. I reckon she's one of those alchemists or suchlike. The innkeeper is skilled at subterfuge and does not attract the attention of the other two travellers as he talks about them.
The tall man is looking around, clearly alert despite the unlikely setting for an ambush, as the woman reads her book. His eyes linger on Silent and Dajarkal, but not to the point of rudeness.
When Tommet mentions alchemy and flowers, Silent will relay the information to Keyo if he is still nearby and wasn't able to hear it.
He will get up and walk over to the dwarf and man (or lean across the bar, if they're seated close enough to him), hunching slightly in an attempt to appear less intimidating. Whatcha readin'?
Silent raises his hands and smiles at the dwarf. Just looking for stories from fellow drifters. Never been in these parts and making the trek to Port Damali, so I can use all the advice I can get. But don't let me drag you away from a good yarn, he adds and takes a swig of ale, eyeing the tall man.
Well, I am certainly not a drifter, the dwarf says. And I wish you well on the road to Port Damali, though we found the ferry quite agreeable and much safer. There are stories of strange creatures in the hills north of Port Damali. Blue goblins, if you can believe it. Most likely just tales, but we thought it best to take the ocean route. In any case, she snaps her book shut. I should take my leave. Come along, Barr. She stands, and followed by the tall man she heads up the stairs to where inn's rooms are, and where Pockets is preparing to sleep.
Arael will take either a bed or the floor of Pockets/Silent's room, depending on what's available. She will sit with Silent as he tries to spark the conversation and she snorts loudly into her mug of ale as the two patrons leave.
Well, Halfsy 2, I guess conversation isn't your strong suit.
(OOC: 1 silver, 4 copper for a meal and two mugs of ale)
I assume everyone is going to bed? You spend the night in the not too comfortable inn, some of you on the floor. Dajarkal sleeps wherever Arael does, and makes no offer to pay for the room, saying: After all, this is all your sodding fault.
In the morning, you all head down and have breakfast together; it's somehow not as appetizing as yesterday's giant frog meat, but it's not terrible. The dwarf and her guard are having breakfast nearby, if you want to try to talk to them. The dwarf is not buried in a book at this time.
Otherwise, are you headed to look for a ferry or other boat to take you to Port Damali? Or something else?
Before heading up to sleep the night before, Silent will grin at Arael and say My squad mates didn't think so either. Guess that's where they came up with my name. He will convey the information about blue goblins to Keyo and Pockets.
(OOC: Is the tall man with the dwarf bearing any arms or armour?)
Halfsy and Halfsy Two, the bartender smiles. I can see the family resemblance already. Well, we have three rooms left - why, I think the last time we were fully booked was when my da was still alive. So, are you taking all three, or sharing? There's only two beds in each room, but there's a floor, if you're happy with a dry floor that's regularly swept and occasionally washed. The jungle, you say? Meaning the Vezdaweald? Rotten place, dangerous. Wolves they say. And worse. Well, we've got some jugs of water for a quick rinse, but if you're wanting a proper wash to be rid of the forest smells, then might I suggest the Lucidean Ocean which is about eighty feet thataway. He points.
Silent is inwardly very confused about whether he is Halfsy 2 or Orky. He walks up to the bar and sits down heavily.
I got no problems sharing rooms - rather put that money towards a big tankard of hardest stuff you've got. He grins at Tommet and slides a gold coin across the counter. Rather wash myself in spirits than seawater, you catch my drift?
Just to switch things up, why don’t you be Elfy?
"Wait, I was under the assumption that I was Elfy? Nevertheless, I will also front the money for one of the rooms. Any of you are welcome to join me of course."
Keyo gazes down at himself in disgust.
"I will also take some pitchers of water as well and perhaps a large basin if you have anything. I am not eager to rinse off in the ocean at this hour."
This is a 'poor' tavern - each room costs 1 silver per night, a meal is 6 copper pieces, and a mug of ale is 4 copper. Please adjust your sheets and confirm here what you have paid and what you've paid for. For example, 'I've deducted 2 silver for a meal, a room and one mug of ale'.
Are you all headed directly to bed?
Pockets wants to go to bed as soon as possible. He pays the two silver for the room, meal and ale.
He turns to Keyo and shrugs. Orky is a fine name for an elf.
Silent will sleep on the floor of someone else's room, so he'll pay 1 silver and 4 copper for 2 mugs of ale and meat.
He will not head to bed for some time - he will voraciously chug the first mug of ale before moving on to the second at a slower pace. While drinking this one, he will attempt to listen in on any conversations being had by the red-cloaked dwarf woman and her bodyguard.
If (and only if) those two are out of earshot, he'll motion to Tommet and whisper Looks like you got some other out o' towners here, eh? Something goin' on or just a lucky night for business?
Silent is free to kip on to the floor of Pockets' room, or take the second bed if no one else does. Orky, do you want to room with us or by yourself? Pockets is talking to Keyo.
Just a lucky night, I reckon. The lady and her friend are off into the forest looking for rare flowers or somesuch. I reckon she's one of those alchemists or suchlike. The innkeeper is skilled at subterfuge and does not attract the attention of the other two travellers as he talks about them.
The tall man is looking around, clearly alert despite the unlikely setting for an ambush, as the woman reads her book. His eyes linger on Silent and Dajarkal, but not to the point of rudeness.
Silent, the dwarf and man are not talking, not even a little bit. She's engrossed in her book.
When Tommet mentions alchemy and flowers, Silent will relay the information to Keyo if he is still nearby and wasn't able to hear it.
He will get up and walk over to the dwarf and man (or lean across the bar, if they're seated close enough to him), hunching slightly in an attempt to appear less intimidating. Whatcha readin'?
Silent, the tall man interjects. Keep your distance, friend, and don't disturb us.
The dwarf looks up, a little startled. Oh, well, I would like to finish my book, yes. Was there something you needed, young man?
Pockets heads up to his room to claim one of the beds and do some tinkering and designing before he goes to sleep.
Silent raises his hands and smiles at the dwarf. Just looking for stories from fellow drifters. Never been in these parts and making the trek to Port Damali, so I can use all the advice I can get. But don't let me drag you away from a good yarn, he adds and takes a swig of ale, eyeing the tall man.
Well, I am certainly not a drifter, the dwarf says. And I wish you well on the road to Port Damali, though we found the ferry quite agreeable and much safer. There are stories of strange creatures in the hills north of Port Damali. Blue goblins, if you can believe it. Most likely just tales, but we thought it best to take the ocean route. In any case, she snaps her book shut. I should take my leave. Come along, Barr. She stands, and followed by the tall man she heads up the stairs to where inn's rooms are, and where Pockets is preparing to sleep.
Arael will take either a bed or the floor of Pockets/Silent's room, depending on what's available. She will sit with Silent as he tries to spark the conversation and she snorts loudly into her mug of ale as the two patrons leave.
Well, Halfsy 2, I guess conversation isn't your strong suit.
(OOC: 1 silver, 4 copper for a meal and two mugs of ale)
I assume everyone is going to bed? You spend the night in the not too comfortable inn, some of you on the floor. Dajarkal sleeps wherever Arael does, and makes no offer to pay for the room, saying: After all, this is all your sodding fault.
In the morning, you all head down and have breakfast together; it's somehow not as appetizing as yesterday's giant frog meat, but it's not terrible. The dwarf and her guard are having breakfast nearby, if you want to try to talk to them. The dwarf is not buried in a book at this time.
Otherwise, are you headed to look for a ferry or other boat to take you to Port Damali? Or something else?
Before heading up to sleep the night before, Silent will grin at Arael and say My squad mates didn't think so either. Guess that's where they came up with my name. He will convey the information about blue goblins to Keyo and Pockets.
(OOC: Is the tall man with the dwarf bearing any arms or armour?)
(OOC: Yes, splint armour, a shield and a longsword.)
(OOC: Are you using blue goblins from third edition or is this something of your own invention?)