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[PuppyCub79]

Akorn drops down 2 silver and then looks over at the other dwarf. "Me bored No things to smashy anymore. You know of any bad things to smashy?"

[Edvard346]

PC79: There is a chorus of 'aye's to Akorn's question then bjorn says "tha orcs around here are getting bolder, the mayor won't admit it but we all know its a matter of time before they attack us" there was another chorus of drunken 'aye's before bjorn continued "then it'll be open season on those grey buggers, plenty of smashing to be had"

Gryff65: you enter into what appears to be a standard tavern, the room is made of stone and filled with the smell of strong dwarven ale, the room is dominated by a large wooden table with stools around it, almost all of them occupied by dwarves who by their loud chatter, thickly muscled arms and the pickaxes resting by their sides are obvious miners. the rest of the room is simply adorned with a thick stone bar at the back with two figures standing at it, both are dwarves, one is tanned with a thick beard and a scale armour, the other had pale skin and a thin beard. As soon as you take another step all the dwarves around the table turn give you a range of cheerful (if slurred) greetings.

OtM: as you sit in the bath you hear a soft clicking as the steel door to your room opens and the soft tread of light feet moving across the floor in the main room followed by the soft clink of metal and ceramics.

Edited by Edvard346, 23 January 2010 - 12:37 PM.

[Oloth the Mad]

Grabbing his one sword, Argaen gets out of the tub and walks over to the room and peaks in to see who is in there. (and no, i didn't put any clothes on either)

[Edvard346]

in your room a small figure placing a bowl of stew onto your bedroom table, her back is turned but is easily recognised by her streaked hair and dress as the girl that ran away earlier, she places down a cup of red liquid and begins to straighten the bed up. Obviously she has not noticed you.

ooc: I thought elves were meant to be modest

[Oloth the Mad]

(nope, far from it)

Argaen leaves the door open and goes back to his bath, once he is inside it he calls for the girl to come to the door.

[Edvard346]

eyes closed tightly and hands gripped defensively over her chest she comes over, stammering "I-I should really be gettin back to the kitchens s-sir"

[Oloth the Mad]

"I won't bite, all i want to ask is, how much is the bottle of elven wine. Oh, why are you so afraid of me anyways?" Argaen asks looking over at her with a curious look on his face.

[PuppyCub79]

Akorn grins "Orcs problem? Who me talk to about squashing them?" as he drinks more of his ale. "Me go squashy orcs and make problem go byebye!"

[Mercenary_Leader]

''Orcs you say? Are there many in the region." says Mervin

OOC

Also elves are pretty much anything but modest, public nudity doesn't bother them at all.

[PuppyCub79]

Hearing Mervin talk almost knocks Akorn out of his chair "Hey! No sneaky up on me!" as he shakes a fist at the bugger and attempts to recompose himself...as much as one of his stature can anyway.

[Gryffydd65]

Yddann enters the inn and smiles at the number of dwarves all ready in the room. He takes another puff of the pipe and heads to the counter, "An ale please,"

[PuppyCub79]

Akorns ears perk up as he hears an unknown voice amidst the crowd. "Ey! Where you come from?" as he looks over at the new dwarf person that entered the inn.

[Gryffydd65]

"I came from outside, my cousin, what can I do for you?" Yddann asks the heathen.

[Edvard346]

Gryf65, PC79, M_L:
Bjorn takes a moment and a sip off ale before answering "how many? hard to know but I'd guess a few dozen at most, orcs aren't the most sociable o' creatures.
and If ye want to ask anyone try askin the mayor, He generaly knows about such things"
afte he speaks theres a clunk from under the bar and claire comes up "she's alright, just gave herself a fright when that elven gentleman talked to her" she serves up and ale for the newest entrant "two silver please fer the ale"

OtM: The girl says "2 silver sir for the wine, no-one drinks it anyway" she pauses and seems to shrinks back before answering in an anxious voice "I-I don't want to tell ye sir."

[Gryffydd65]

Yddann hands over the two silver and downs the ale in one long gulp, "That was great, how about another one and one for my cousin. " he places four silver on the counter.