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

[color=fuchsia]"Rise and shine Shayle, we've got a bid day ahead of us!"[/color] The gnome kicked her dwarven friend in the chest to awaken her. She didn't care that Shayle had gotten into a brawl last night; part of their contract was that any injuries sustained off the job was to be accounted for themselves. If Shayle was stupid enough to get into a fight even though they had a job to do the next day, it was up to her to get that patched up. [color=fuchsia]"Go get ready while I'll attend to Rusty. If that group from before is heading the same place as we are, we might need to get there before they do. Otherwise who knows what they'll end up doing there!"[/color] Slapping Shayle a few times in the face, Kessel left the room with her stuff, heading outside to the stables. Among the various mounts there was Rusty, the largish gear golem. [color=fuchsia]"Morning Rusty. Let's get you kitted out, eh?"[/color]

Kessel loaded her bags and belongings on the back of Rusty. Once she was finished and everything was set she climbed on Rusty's back and rode him out of the stables. She liked to think she looked rather impressive on the back of her mighty gear golem, even though right now it wasn't ready for any combat scenarios. It was pretty strong through. [color=fuchsia]"Shayle! Hurry up, we're burning daylight!"[/color]

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

[color=pink]"Urge..."[/color] A swift kick woke Shayle up. Kessel wasn't the toughest little thing in the world, but even her tiny feet could stir the dwarven berserker up. [color=pink]"Five more minutes..."[/color] Shayle was still sore from last night. She and that merc had punched each other's lights out, and it got so intense that Shayle even got a bit angry. Fortunately no one died and the damage was limited to each other and a table. But while Shayle wanted a few more minutes to rest her wounds, Kessel just wasn't having any of it. She kept kicking and shouting at Shayle until eventually she just had to wake up. [color=pink]"Fine, fine! Cripes, just lemme get something ta drink at least..."[/color]

Grabbing all their gear Shayle stumbled her way down into the tavern. She yawned loudly to announce her presence, ignoring everyone as she went up to the tavern keeper. [color=pink]"Aaaaaah... I'll have an ale, two loafs, and whatever ya got on the split."[/color] Tossing some silver on the counter Shayle looked around to see what everyone else was up to. She vaguely remembered the party here last night, but she wasn't sure if they were gone already or not.