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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 1:18:44 GMT
"I suppose",she chuckled, her gaze then drifted to the bar for a second. She saw the happy innkeeper speaking with a scruffy looking man.
Faelyn tilted her head towards the bar,"Maybe he's another person that we're supposed to meet here?"
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Post by Ekemon Rein on Jun 29, 2017 1:26:45 GMT
"Large, check. Just come in from the road, check. Heavily Armed, check. He does seem to fit the job requirements for an adventurer" Ekemon said. "I suppose we will find out if the innkeeper directs him our way"
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 1:31:41 GMT
"I suppose", she replied, now she wanted a refill but didn't want to seem as a drunkard her first time in an inn.
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 2:09:23 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." "You some sort of wizard?" Cassian asked. "Is pachydermic even a damned word?" He felt a creak in his neck from the effort of carrying his possessions. "Maybe one day you can serve a stone giant or some such here. That'd be a seven copper stay if I ever seen one." He looked at the other patrons at the bar. Strange assortment, though hardly uncommon in more diverse cities like Neverwinter. Home hadn't had anything like this.
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Post by Marius on Jun 29, 2017 7:49:23 GMT
Marius, smelling of the last several weeks he had spent in the woods, sauntered into the tavern. It was a pungent smell, especially to the nose of an elf. It even penetrated his leathers, stained by sweat and worn from use. From the grin on his face and the flourish in his stride, one would assume him mad.
He tossed a satchle onto the tavern top before him, interrupting the current inkeeper's conversation. He looked familiar to Marius, the innkeeper. He considered the fact that he may have been to this inn before, but didn't think about it too hard.
Opening up the satchel, he spoke plainly, though still wearing that impressionable grin. "One Dire Boar's tusks for a bed and a hot meal." He said it as if it was a fact, like he had done his trade a thousand times before. It wasn't truth however, he just found people responded better to confidence than salesmanship.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 18:24:56 GMT
"You some sort of wizard?" Cassian asked. "Is pachydermic even a damned word?" He felt a creak in his neck from the effort of carrying his possessions. "Maybe one day you can serve a stone giant or some such here. That'd be a seven copper stay if I ever seen one." He looked at the other patrons at the bar. Strange assortment, though hardly uncommon in more diverse cities like Neverwinter. Home hadn't had anything like this. "I've been called many things, son. But wizard... That's a first." The Innkeeper said warmly. "Maybe I am, who knows?!" He shrugged, dismissing the question about pachyderms, although he knew very well that it was an actual word. "In that case, I'd have to make a bigger door, eh?!" He let out a throaty laugh, then diverged his gaze to the newcomer. Marius, smelling of the last several weeks he had spent in the woods, sauntered into the tavern. It was a pungent smell, especially to the nose of an elf. It even penetrated his leathers, stained by sweat and worn from use. From the grin on his face and the flourish in his stride, one would assume him mad. He tossed a satchle onto the tavern top before him, interrupting the current inkeeper's conversation. He looked familiar to Marius, the innkeeper. He considered the fact that he may have been to this inn before, but didn't think about it too hard. Opening up the satchel, he spoke plainly, though still wearing that impressionable grin. "One Dire Boar's tusks for a bed and a hot meal." He said it as if it was a fact, like he had done his trade a thousand times before. It wasn't truth however, he just found people responded better to confidence than salesmanship. "That will get you a clout in the ear, lad. What do I need a dire boar tusk for?" The Innkeeper teased a smile on his lips. He popped some coppers from his pocker. "Here, you can have a small room. Had you brought me a hunk of his loins, I'd pay you double and you'd have a two night stay all paid up." "Dire boar soup..." He said, turning back to Cassian. "Sells like cold water in a hot day. But not many survive the hunt."
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 20:02:41 GMT
Cassian looked amused at the newcomer's entry. Rangers and their like were such dramatic sorts. It reminded him of his days guarding the mummers' troupe. "Lot of trouble for a night at an inn," he said to the stranger. "Even as fine an establishment as this." He looked about to the other two chatting nearby and then back to the woodsman. "Cassian," he offered, extending a hand. "I can respect a good hunt."
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 20:10:25 GMT
She was about to start another subject with her new companion when a strange scent entered her nose. "... What is that odor...", she asked with a wrinkled nose. All her years in temple did not prepare her for that olfactory assault. It was pungent, even as a half elf, she felt as if her nose hairs were burning.
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 20:18:54 GMT
"Never smelled a woodsman before?" Cassias asked the little elf. "I thought your kind lived in trees and all." He took another ale and leaned back against the bar. "Or don't you get out much?"
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 20:30:29 GMT
"Dirty fecking scoundrels..." The whole Tavern heard when Gundren Rockseeker burst into the establishment. Apart from his fine merchant's outfit, the Dwarf gave no signs of not being a back-alley fighter. The fellow was burlier than a bull and his hair was styled in a mohawk with tattoos on the side of his head. He grumbled as he made his way across the floor, fiddling a sack of coins in his hands.
"Can you believe it, lad?!" He said, approaching the Counter. "The two buggers bailed on me, said they wouldn't want to go very far from Neverwinter. Mah balls, ah say to them, maybe they can go back to their mother skirts."
"Good evening to you too, Gundren!" The Innkeeper answered with his usual grandfatherly warmth. Before the dwarf could climb on the stool, there was already a mug filled to the brim before. "Also, the Elf and the Tiefling have arrived, they are on the table you asked me to save for you."
"Lad... How the feck is the Elf here... If da bugger just told me that I could stick the Triboar Trail up my arsehole?" Rockseeker was not angry, per se. It was just that where he came from, curses were used more oftenly than commas. "Ah guess the Tiefling must be Master Rein. Who da feck is the she-elf, my friend?"
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 20:39:24 GMT
"Never smelled a woodsman before?" Cassias asked the little elf. "I thought your kind lived in trees and all." He took another ale and leaned back against the bar. "Or don't you get out much?" Still wrinkling her nose, "For your information, I am Half-Elf and no I don't." "And you stink.... Baths must be foreign to you?'
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 20:43:01 GMT
"Smell of an honest working man," Cass said. "I do plan on bathing but it's a long walk from the mountains to here. But half elf or quarter elf youre the closest thing this inn has to a sight, so I can't say your presence bothers me." His eyes arched with amusement at the dwarf's entrance. "Is that your dad?" He asked teasingly.
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Post by Faelyn on Jun 29, 2017 20:48:34 GMT
"Smell of an honest working man," Cass said. "I do plan on bathing but it's a long walk from the mountains to here. But half elf or quarter elf youre the closest thing this inn has to a sight, so I can't say your presence bothers me." His eyes arched with amusement at the dwarf's entrance. "Is that your dad?" He asked teasingly. She ignored the dwarf's entrance after his comment, but she didn't show the anger she felt inside towards stinky. Instead Fae replied,"I really don't know, but I think you resemble him more closely than I. Didn't you think?"
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Post by Cassian Goodson on Jun 29, 2017 20:52:14 GMT
"He does have a certain manly roguishness..." Cassian agreed. "It has been a while since I bathed," he admitted. "Could you help me with it? There's this spot on my back I can just never get to..." he winked at her.
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Post by The Innkeeper on Jun 29, 2017 21:11:19 GMT
Gundren finished his mug and wiped the ale from his lips with the back of his sleeve. That would probably ruin the fine silk of his blouse, but he forgot to care about it. He got up and approached the reserved table.
"Ey, lass... Do ah ken ye?" Gundren asked bluntly. "Ah ken the Tiefling lad, but ah don't remeber hiring an elven lass." He eyed the tall fellow talking to her. "Did ah hire ye too and forgot about it?"
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