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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 28, 2017 21:33:54 GMT
Cassian enters the too-cramped tavern, no room for a proper show here. He eyed the inhabitants of the lonely hovel momentarily and then dragged his heavy pack up to the bar and set it on the floor at his feet with a grunt of effort. Chain mail was heavy to wear and heavier to carry all packed up, but the need to escape the prior village had been pressing and he hadn't ever managed to find his missing breeches. Damned woman probably still had them under her covers.
He had lost most of his coin, too; so much for savings. He slid a copper across the bar with his giant thumb and smiled through his beard. "Black ale, please. Or something harder if your ale's shit."
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 28, 2017 21:54:52 GMT
"Aye aye, sir." The Innkeeper said, pocketing the copper and filling a large mug of his strongest ale. "My Ale is the best one around, good sir. A man from out of Neverwinter would have never tasted such a brew. I can tell you my secret ingredient if you can take half a dozen pints of it, that's the House rule." He teased, a joyous tone in his voice.
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 28, 2017 21:59:25 GMT
"Is it the copper you get from those who can't take six of'em?" He asked. He looked to he strange demonspawn or thiefling or tithing or whatever those abominations were called talking to the much more conventionally attractive lady, who looked like she hadn't seen a city so big outside of her storybooks. Cassian distrusted cities, as a whole. At least in the wild, monsters tried to eat you fairly. In Neverwinter your best friend might stab you to impress a girl, or for a pint of ale, or because his magistrate said your magistrate was a fool or charlatan, or because your god hated his god or once struck down his grandpa with lightning.
"Ho much for a room?" He asked. "I've no desire to sleep on the street tonight." Although, really, beggars feared his weapons. They only invited thieves in places like this.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 28, 2017 22:20:42 GMT
"It's actually their hopes and dreams, sir." The Innkeeper said in jest, although his ambiguously merry tone didn't let it out as a joke very clearly.
"Oh, boy. I fear I have revealed you my secret before you had your sixth mug." As soon as Cassian emptied his cup, The Innkeeper was ready to fill it again. "Here, since you tricked me into talking, you get this one on the house."
"We have 5 sivlers rooms and 8 silver rooms, sir." He drank directly from the ale jug. Health and Sanitation regulation was very lax in Neverwinter. "And of course there's the seven pennies room, which is round the corner, with the horses."
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 28, 2017 22:28:37 GMT
For a moment Cass debates the seven coppers room. He had spent plenty of nights with the nearby scent of horseshit, after all. Everyone who lived on the road had. But a real bed didn't sound bad...he slid the five coins over. He drank more slowly on the second ale; alcohol was the thieves' easiest way of making someone a victim, and he was on his third sword in as many years since he had come to the more populous areas of the world.
"Hopes and dreams are too weak to use as ingredients," he said with a ghost of a smile. "How's work been around here? Seems like every year or so Neverwinter has some sort of angry mob of humanoids who come barreling in to make legends of some crew."
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 28, 2017 22:38:54 GMT
The Innkeeper weighted carefully each of the coins, checking their authenticity. He chuckled at the man's comment on life in Neverwinter.
"It's not as bad as rumor has it." He shrugged. "Been here for so long, you get used to it after the fifth year. You lose and eyebrow to dragon fire here, get bitten by an angry monster dog there... With time it stops being something exceptional and if becomes.. Well... Your life."
"And, of course, it's always great for business. I can name more than two dozens of heroes who have dined here in my establishment." The Innkeeper scratched his chin. "Ever heard of Andros, the Archivist, and Lady Larra Lustmaiden? Had their first date in that table in the corner where the Elf miss is talking to the Tiefling fella."
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Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 28, 2017 23:33:35 GMT
She raised her mug as well,"I'm excited about this." Faelyn drank deeply and gave a slight burp, looking at him with a childish grin. "Excuse me..." "Sir Eredin, I don't really know... I really did not speak much with him. He did give me some advice from his point of view on traveling, of course." "Was the advice any good?" Ekemon asked, somewhat joking but genuinely curious. "Best way to judge a man is the advice he gives"
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 28, 2017 23:42:28 GMT
Chucking,"Well Mr. Grumpy told to one,"she raised her index finger", be careful of chastising armed travelers because I might not know what to expect..."
Her mead was almost done. "And two, that it customary that a new person to the group buys everyone a round.." Fae smiled, "That one was the best one, I think. "
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Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 29, 2017 0:00:15 GMT
"It sounds as if you had him somewhat intimidated" Ekemon said with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair. Looking down at his own drink, he took a moment to finish what was left, motioning the inkeeper for another. "The second sounds like wisdom on his part, or a not so subtle attempt at a free drink".
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 0:05:27 GMT
"I really don't know... He didn't show very many expressions except a scowl...",she chuckled, "like his bowels were tight." Fae then laughed out.
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 0:28:44 GMT
The Innkeeper weighted carefully each of the coins, checking their authenticity. He chuckled at the man's comment on life in Neverwinter. "It's not as bad as rumor has it." He shrugged. "Been here for so long, you get used to it after the fifth year. You lose and eyebrow to dragon fire here, get bitten by an angry monster dog there... With time it stops being something exceptional and if becomes.. Well... Your life." "And, of course, it's always great for business. I can name more than two dozens of heroes who have dined here in my establishment." The Innkeeper scratched his chin. "Ever heard of Andros, the Archivist, and Lady Larra Lustmaiden? Had their first date in that table in the corner where the Elf miss is talking to the Tiefling fella." "The Lustmaiden?" He asked. "A nickname I can get behind." He smiled a bit at his quip. "Tiefling!" He said, "that's the word. Can never remember what the Abyss's little castabouts get called." He brushed his hair to one side. "Not that elves are much better. All they care about are trees and how short we humans live. As though frolicking for seven hundred years is some sort of great accomplishment," he said with a laugh. "But they're good enough. I prefer dwarves. At least they like ale."
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 0:43:05 GMT
"I'm not used to paying attention, to be honest. Someone comes in, has their meal, rests for the night. As long as they go out happier than when they come in, that's pretty good to me. Don't care very much if they have horns or not." The Innkeeper shrugged.
"Although I must say that I'd like to meet more exotic people. Humans, Elves, Half-Elves and occasionally a Dwarf... All too normal, too plain. In a city as big as this, you guess you'd meet some more Dragonborns or those pachydermic folk that, rumor has, seem to have been popping up in the far North."
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Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 29, 2017 0:46:36 GMT
"I really don't know... He didn't show very many expressions except a scowl...",she chuckled, "like his bowels were tight." Fae then laughed out. "Reminds me of a couple of the Avowed back at Candlekeep" Ekemon said, laughing.
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 0:51:07 GMT
She stifled her laugh a bit,"I really shouldn't speak of him like that...", feeling the laugh stuck in her throat. "The Goddess wants us to practice humility..." Fae covered her mouth as the image of Sir Eredin cruised her mind again. Maybe it was the mead...
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Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 29, 2017 0:58:54 GMT
"I'm sure a proper knight, in his thick armor, could take it. Were it to hit that is." Ekemon said, similarly working to compose himself. "Besides, what harm can we do from here?"
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