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So who do I have to kill for a Gobblet of Dwarven Lager? Criani is not as young as she used to be. What do you expect from a retired veteran warrior. A barkeep comes from around the corner. She asked me to help out while she went upstairs to retire for awhile. A tall human man pulls his blonde hair back and looks at everyone ready to serve. "We have Goblin's Brew, Dwarven Meade, Elven Wine, or Grapan a nice smooth liquor from the hobbits." *in a VERY VERY soft, meak voice - so meak it could very well have COME from a pixi, froms under the cloak.* not even absenthe.. pfft. |
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So who do I have to kill for a Gobblet of Dwarven Lager? *gloved hand points twards Criani* |
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*The figure stands slowly and peers out a window VERY cautiously*
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*Shakes her head and returns to her drink with a low growl*
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*the figure just gazes at Barbus, watching her breathing and his movement like a cat ready to pounce*
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Tahal, you look as if you have seen a ghost, are you well? ((Out of character: How do you know my chars name???)) |
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Edited by
Tahahl_Arkeneaplith
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Sat 03/29/08 07:34 PM
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*the room goes complely black, even the candles cannot penetrate the darkness, inside this "orb of darkness" not even a sound can be detected. Thirty seconds go by, and the room goes back to normal, but one thing is different, you see Barbus, at his usual table, sitting in the corner* *Looks at Barbus when he arrives. a hand moves down twards her hip. When Criani appoaches. She looks up at the woman and sizes her up but then looks back at the dark elf. The figure seems to tence up even more, a tightening, leathery sound can be lightly heard under the cloak. a gloved hand rises from the cloak and motions Criani that she can leave* |
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*as soon as the drow leaves the room the figure seems to huff slightly and flags over a bar wench*
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*a carrier pidgeon lands on the bar, with a note attached* It Reads: To Whomever it may concern, your taxes are not going to where they should, the food here is horrible, mark my word, as soon as the gaurd nods off again, I shall be free! Tis a travisty when an elderly old man such as myself gets arrested just because of his past reputation. May the gods have mercy on the true offender, 'cause if I catch 'em, they will become food for the hounds of hell. Wait! What is this? Our good friend Barbus has been detained by the guards for a crime he did not commit?!? Quickly, my friends, we must put our heads together and figure out a way to prove him innocent! The real thief must be caught at all costs! I have been in contact with Barbus. He is fine and has a plan. No sense in causing a rukus and getting the towns people all riled up. *lifts her mug to the comment and takes a sip* |
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*a carrier pidgeon lands on the bar, with a note attached* It Reads: To Whomever it may concern, your taxes are not going to where they should, the food here is horrible, mark my word, as soon as the gaurd nods off again, I shall be free! Tis a travisty when an elderly old man such as myself gets arrested just because of his past reputation. May the gods have mercy on the true offender, 'cause if I catch 'em, they will become food for the hounds of hell. *Eyes dart to the note and the bird. The figure contemplates for a second moving her hand to her hip but hten relaxes back and watches* |
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*Raises an eyebrow but remains silent*
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*Eyes dart once more to the new comer. The figure in the shadows tences up and sinks down slightly*
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*Eyes dart twards Druss and eyes narrow behind the cloak*
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*the hooded figure comes back into the bar finding a familiar chair in the darkest corner of the bar*
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*slips out the door as the drow steps in*
((OOC: Time for work. be back tonight)) |
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*Stands very slowly and moves to another table, closer to the door but still in the shadows*
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*stumbles into the inn* Barkeep, too much blood in my ale stream, set me up with a pint at me usual table. *mutters something under her breath* |
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*i am far from weak my fellow friend , placing my hand on my sword handle , unhilting it a little , why do you speak to a fellow adventurer like this , havent we all been brought to this inn for a reason* *Hearing these words a slight, unseen smerk comes to her face. Perhaps a thought or a joke at the comments. Either way the smerk vanishes as fast as it appeared.* |
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*sneezes slightly at the dust kicked up from the pixie*
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Edited by
Tahahl_Arkeneaplith
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Fri 03/28/08 11:44 AM
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** He lets out a thunderous laughing roar ** Weak eh? ** Drains his goblet and slams it on the table ** It pleases me that you are note mute lass. Mayhaps you could draw a longer breath next time as you might be heard easier. ** Folds his arms across his chest and leans his bench back to lean on the wall. ** Weak, She says. ((Out of character:  ))
*sips the drink, biting her lip under the hood. Perhaps she's angered the little man. Perhaps not. Either way she doesn't seem to move beyond her drink.* |
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