[center][color=Fuchsia]Kessel[/color][/center]

Kessel got a room for herself and Skayle, though with all the other adventurers she had to make due with a less-then-stellar single room. It was a good thing Kessel was a small person already or there may have been problems. Stopping by the room it was indeed quite small: just a bed and enough floorspace for Shayle and their things. Maybe, if Shayle leaves her axe underneath the bed. Still compared to how she lived back at Luskan sleeping in a bed was better than sleeping in a box. Kessel was heading towards the lobby where everyone else was when she heard a soft thud. On instinct she grabbed her wrench expecting an attack. It may seem a bit jumpy, but Kessel didn't live this long without being a bit paranoid. Now that thud might have been nothing, but it could have also been something. Better safe than sorry.

Moving closer to the source of the noise Kessel was faced with one of the guest room doors. Something or someone was over there. If there was nothing and she went to investigate, than there shouldn't be a problem. But if there's something here then it was a good thing she was within shouting distance of the others. Kessel knocked lightly on the door at first, knocking slightly louder as she spoke. [color=Fuchsia]"Hello? Anyone inside?"[/color]

[center][color=pink]Shayle[/color][/center]

[color=pink]"Bah! Facing yer enemies!? That's the best time to be drinkin'! Why if it were me, I'd drink just to make some enemies. If I wanted to live a life without trouble, I'd be a wife!"[/color] Shayle gave a hearty laugh as the ale was passed around. Shayle downed her's quickly and slammed the mug on the table before the barmaid even left. [color=pink]"Another!"[/color] As she was being poured another pint the others introduced themselves. Alexander, Catarina, and Elleonora. Humans from the looks of them. Humans were good; sure most of her foes had been humans, but Shayle also has plenty of friends who had been human. [color=pink]"Acht, where me manners now. I come barging in fer drinks, and don't even introduce myself! Ya think a dwarf would begin telling everyone who she and her family is. Eh... Anyways, the name's Shayle. Now, what's this I hear about some trouble?"[/color]

Cheap mead wasn't the only thing that Shayle had smelled on the way in. This place had the scent of elves about it. Shayle wasn't any more a fan of elves than she was orcs. Be it high, wood, or dark, those pointed-eared bastards couldn't go a minute without trying to trick you into some scheme or conspiracy of theirs. Shayle had made the mistake before of thinking that not all elves were a bunch of lying tricksters who are more interested in using you as a cog than who you really are. At least orcs were straightforward: they wanted to kill you for your stuff and because they hated you. But an elf, an elf could kill you for some ridiculous reason that only makes sense to themselves. And for Shayle it wasn't hard to spot the elf. She was sitting at the bar with the halfling. If Shayle heard rightly, the elf was named Vivian and the halfling Parum.

[color=pink]"Well, suppose that's expected really... No surprise that your elf managed to get herself intro trouble. What she do? Con a noble of his coin? Tricked a young lad into taking a sword to the gut fer her? Or are ya lot just on the run? Ain't like you lot of dressed like farmers. If you ain't in trouble, I'd guess yer be adventurers. Where ya going? Only place of interest round these parts is some ruin that got dug up recently. Don't suppose you're heading that way?"[/color] Shayle said as she emptied her pint again. At this point the dwarf made things easier for the barmaid and just sat next to the keg, tossing ten gold pieces so she could refill at her own pace. If Shayle wasn't interested in actually talking, she'd just drink straight from the barrel. Both the ale and the keg were light enough.