[img=https://warosu.org/data/tg/img/0273/57/1379827936438.jpg] [I] "This is the life of The Bartender: he pours a round and just quietly listens and observes the setting" - TvTropes, The Bartender [/I] Zimnis gleefully hobbled through the narrow street, making his way towards the tavern without interruption. In all of his years, his many years, living in the world, [i]"I swear I never loved steady ground so dearly,"[/i] he mumbled under his breath. Although the sun was sinking closer to the horizon faster than he had hoped, the tinker gnome felt content to spend the remainder of his day in the tavern. The town did not look very pleasant on the outside, and the foggy's thick enough to burn! He chuckled to himself at the thought and, using his staff to reach, pried the door open. Due to the lack of maintenance, one of the hinges was slightly loose, making the door lean against its frame heavily. All the same, the door relented under the new-found strength of the gnome, regained after weeks of unending tossing at sea. The gnome practically threw the door to the side and rushed on in to the tavern, taking a deep breath as he stepped, attempting to absorb the thick scent of ale, mead, and meat pie right out of the air. He felt unsuccessful, as he could still balance without leaning heavily on his stave, however he was sure that his predicament would fix itself soon enough. With a broad, almost elated smile on his face, the gnome weaved past a few wenches and directed himself towards the bar, fancily vaulting himself onto a vacated stool with the assistance of his trusty stave. He kept a tight hold of his stave after landing, then used it to wave for the attention of the bar-tender. After the standard greeting and salutations, the gnome cheerfully asked, [i]"Hallow, noble sir! My companions and I have come from a loooooooong and far away land, across the sea and over many, many hills to reach this town. As such - we need ale!"[/i] He then chuckled heartily and, before the bar-keep could move to grant his request, he quickly added, [i]"but before the ale, I have a proposition to make!"[/i] As the fairly short gnome continued talking, he stood up in his chair, hoping to attract the attention of anyone willing to look [b] (Rolls with Charisma Stat ) (Gets a 4 ) A few patrons began to look in the direction of the Gnome, those in deep conversation however continued to talk[/b] [i]"You see, from the land which I hail from, we gnomes have a certain tradition when it comes to newcomers. If anyone in any group can create a spectacle so incredible that none can protest it's spectacularitiness, the whole group gets drink on the house."[/i] The gnome then leaned in towards the barkeep and extended his right hand with an honest smile and sparkling eyes as he continued, [i]"what say ye?"[/i] [b] (Rolls with Barter Stat ) (Gets a 4 ) The muscular Bartender looked the gnome up and down. [i]“I will accept your terms, but if you fail to wow, you and your friends have to buy a round[/i][/b] --------------------------------------------------- After entering the tavern, Grommak would scan the room for someone that didn't look too busy or inebriated and approach them. [b]The man Grommak approached looked at the Orc peculiarly, it wasn’t often to see an Orc in human territory, but here one was coming to talk to him.[/b] [i]"Is there river nearby?"[/i] He asked in partially broken common. [b]”Not that I know of, there is a river past the walls, but the gates are closed until morning.”[/b] Grommak nodded in thanks then stood aside near the entrance, ready to observe Zimnis until he finished whatever he was upto. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As Lindir would enter the tavern, shortly after the cheerful gnome and the silent orc he would look around for brief second scanning the area. Quite surprised that it looked so much better on the inside rather than the outside. He just hoped that the rooms would be of at least adequate standard. Walking through the room he moved with the same type of grace and elegance like before, the glowing lines of magic on his clothes and his aura not being the slightest dimmer even if it was still relatively bright in the room. Stepping up to the counter he would meet the bartenders eyes with his sharp gaze and would then speak. [i]"I'd like to have a room...How much to spend the night?"[/i] He asked while looking at the man with a serious yet calm expression. [b] [i]“3 Gold pieces a night, that gives you the protection of no-one pinching your coins in your sleep. The rooms are small but have two beds and are better then sleeping on the street corner. Especially due to the recent rat problem at the old warehouse across the street.”[/i] The man cleaned a glass in his hand [i]“If you want to earn some coin, the town has a message board in front of the town hall just left of the Phorus statue up the street.”[/i] He put the glass down [/b] ------------------------------------------------------------------ [i]"Wa-what,"[/i] Bamgardo muttered. He was in his bunk on the ship when he suddenly heard a commotion. He hopped out of the hammock and headed to the deck of the ship. "Blimey!" he exclaimed. He had slept through the landing! He hoped out of bed and grabbed his things, then quickly headed to the main deck. After making it to his destination, he quickly addressed a member of the crew and was relieved to find they hadn't been in dock. After he hurriedly left the ship and looked around [b]Bam sees nothing more than what has already been written above. The fog too thick to see anything else.[/b] Bam wanted to find something to show to everyone in the tavern. The gnome really wanted to get his name known, and how better than showing off his skills. Sadly Bam saw nothing of interest and so headed to the Tavern, taking a seat next to where Grommak was standing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Haiaen was the last of the group to enter the tavern, or so he thought as he entered the place a few moments after Lindir, still able to see a faint light trace that probably had emanated from the elf. Near the entrance, he stopped and looked around in an attempt to mark anything of possible interest that was happening and where all members of the group were. [b] (Rolls with Perception Stat ) (Gets a 8) Despite his eyes being that of the dead, Haiaen looked across the room. Most people seemed fairly uninteresting, drinking and eating. Two things caught his eye though. Two guards sat in one of the far corners, they where challenging people to arm wrestling and when they lost the loser would pay gold upfront. The second thing that caught his eye was a curtained off area. The curtain was a rare looking purple. Inside sat an elderly woman, some kind of crystal ball in front of her. She looked like a fortune teller of some sort. [/b] While doing so, he mused at what kind of things could exist inside other dwarves compared to all the people, objects and noises which were inside this ‘Red Dwarf’. With the words of his elf companion still on his mind, Haiaen moved towards Zimnis and sat beside the Gnome. The locals more interested in conversation or the Gnome then to question the way in which the undead man moved.