[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords Tavern/Bar.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Ntaj, Magnus [/indent][/center]

Settling for a Cot for five Silver, and settling with the innkeeper, Thomas did think the prices fairly fair. Although who the others were who had happened to be settling in town as well, who where these mystery guests he'd share room with? As long as they kept to themselves and their peace, Thomas would surely do the same. A private room off Kyra's tab seemed a bit much thus either pride or self-preservation suggested she might ask a pound of flesh from Thomas should Satilla not make it. With at least a quart of blood to boot. But the promise of food outside of Keystone's cooking, which probably went under appreciated by the mage during his star-phase, was something to either dread or enjoy. It may be better, it could be worse, probably worse, but then again as long as the prepper didn't try to kill him...

[color=bedded]"Keeping me company here Ntaj?"[/color] Thomas inquired of his orcish friend, [color=bedded]"I appreciate it. I don't know what's next for me, I could stay here and wait for another cycle of adventurers but... I owe it to Sana and Kyra... And Keystone and Satilla to stick around and try and help them out for all I've done. It was always easier in the stories, I mean my last group had a sociopathic dodgy rogue who double-crossed us, a holier-than-thou paladin, and an idiotic bard who kept on giving away our positions by doing musical numbers, dancing and singing away as if we weren't trying not get killed by lizardmen! But they are dead now. And the group I had before that were all magi, didn't quite work out as planned. I mean our group is decent but I'd wish they'd just realize my spells aren't friendly to anyone nearby them, I feel useless Ntaj, probably because I am useless I mean who am I kidding, I should just go back to my hometown and be a farmer. Adventuring hasn't been all it's made up to be."[/color]

One long rambling soliloquy later, Thomas opened up to Ntaj, signaling for an (alcoholic) beverage to the innkeeper (Was there a legal drinking age? Beers were after all often cleaner than water being brewed and all). He even considered getting a touch up from the equally rambling dwarf, had he longer hair. Although Thomas' hair was clearly unnatural with its tones of black, silver and gold representing the star, moon and sun respectively. But enough talk of hairstyle and high fashion, it seemed the foolish swordsman came back in and Thomas didn't just have Ntaj and a pitching dwarf to keep company but someone who Thomas would imagine was the equivalent of him during Star-Phase, although Star-phase was aloof and didn't tend to stick a nose in anyone's business.

[color=bedded]"You made a mistake earlier, I should know, I did the same thing and I'm still in the doghouse."[/color] A casual comment to the swordsman who joined them.