Emry Posted February 16, 2004 Share Posted February 16, 2004 Cel smiles warmly back to Sinela. "A herbalist, you say? My mother was also a herbalist." Cel grins as he recalls a distant memory. "I wish that I paid attention to her lessons more when I was younger!" "Onto more weighty matters. Nikita has received instructions from the innkeeper on how to find the mage who is seeking information regarding the Wastelands. Are you folks interested in pursuing this quest? I admit it sounds interesting. My only concern is that the Wastelands lay beyond the mountains on the far side of the Desert of Death. If we do take on this journey, how do you propose we get there? It will be a long trek to reach the western edges of Alnor." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Adrian Laguna Posted February 16, 2004 Share Posted February 16, 2004 "We can take the North Road to Lostor. From there we continue west on the north shore of Firlon. We should talk to the mage, before making any plans." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimVig Posted February 16, 2004 Author Share Posted February 16, 2004 April 4 - 22.40 A man sitting at a nearby table suddenly turns around and without any introductions or apologies interrupts you. "Hey, adventurers!" A reek of alcohol streams from his mouth as he talks, though he doesn't seem to be drunk out of his wits. "I heard you're planning to work for that crazy wizard... Well, let me give you a hint - don't do it. That man is out of his mind! He keeps coming here and talking about some ancient texts and whatnot. That's all a load of rubbish. He has just gone crazy and left the guild. If you want true mages, go there. But I wouldn't advise dealing with any of them. Our good king is the one to work for - he pays good and he does favors to his loyal followers. Here's my advice: go see the Magistrate of Relington and ask him about the king's jobs."He then turns back to his partner, mumbles something to him, and they both finish their drinks. Then they stand up and go for the door. The one that talked to you says "Good luck." with a strange smile that makes your skin crawl. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted February 16, 2004 Share Posted February 16, 2004 Doroth is glad to be able to focus on a single person. The elf, is interested in him? He slowly tries to get out some words, tries to be courteous, but all that will coe out is a "Greetings, grmmphiln elmmminin". He pauses a moment, then gathers himself again. "Thank you for your interest. I would like to talk to you in more, um, less, um," He stammers around again. The place is emptying out, but no where near as quickly as he would wish. The curiousity factor that he has toward the elf is drawing him toward him, but, he is sooooooo different. "Well," he finally gets out again. "I'm glad to meet you and hope to have another interesting conversation with you in the future." Immediately after saying this, he realizes that it made no sense at all. Oh, well, so much for breaking the belief that Dwarves aren't articulate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tilindra Melir Posted February 16, 2004 Share Posted February 16, 2004 Tilindra watches the man leave with a pitying look. "I don't think it would be a good idea to start listening to a drunk" she says, slightly nervous of giving her opinion. "The king has plenty of people to help him, while this wizard sounds like he could use a hand. Maybe we should go and speak to him, and find out what sort of information he is after. He might know a quick way to the west. "I wonder when that meal is going to get here." she wonders absentmindedly. She is still glancing at the elf, and is looking as uncomfortable as the dwarf, though it is beginning to lessen, as the alcohol kicks in. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emry Posted February 17, 2004 Share Posted February 17, 2004 Cel smiles to the dwarf. "You have to excuse me sir, but with all of the chatter of these folks, I never heard your name." He's says more quietly, "I'm not used to this noise. It's been quite a while since I was among so many people... I prefer the quiet of the wood and the gentle murmuring of streams." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted February 17, 2004 Share Posted February 17, 2004 "Doroth." He replies quietly. "I too prefer the quiet of nature, though I prefer the solid feel of stone, and the murmur of echoes in great, silent halls. Maybe noise is a weapon of the humans to take over." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Emry Posted February 17, 2004 Share Posted February 17, 2004 Cel chuckles quietly at the jest. "Well said, Master Doroth... well said." He grins infectiously and wags a finger jokingly at Doroth. "But I warn you, Sir Dwarf, I am also part human; I can be accused of wielding the very weapon you warn me of! " He looks up to see where the innkeeper is, wondering if his meal will arrive soon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SimVig Posted February 17, 2004 Author Share Posted February 17, 2004 April 4 - 22.45 The barkeeper comes rushing out of the kitchen carrying two plates, accompanied by a barmaid with another two. They set the meals in front of you witha an apology for the delay. The meals consist of beef and cabbage and a piece of bread."There you go," says the barkeep. "Again sorry for the delay - we had some problems in the kitchen. He then takes out four keys from somewere and puts them on the table. "Here are the keys to your rooms. Have a good meal and a good night." By this time there is hardly anyone left in the tavern. The maids start cleaning the tables and the barkeeper cleans up the bar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kethruch Posted February 17, 2004 Share Posted February 17, 2004 Doroth's manner seems to change as the tavern empties. "Ah, that's much better." He says, looking around. "I thank you for the warning, sir elf. Though if you are talking about the heavenly noise that you were producing earlier, then I must say, 'tis a weapon I would surely enjoy being slain by." He bows to the elf. "Sorry about earlier, I really don't like crowds." He turns to a nearby barmaid. "Now, lassies. Would you like to see how clean a dwarf can get a table?" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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