[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=746f6f]Interacting with:[/color]The party that collectively needed a new name.[/center][/b]
Well looked like he was in the group. That was more painless than he was expecting it to be. Then again, they were very short-handed and they probably figured having another meat shield was just what they required at the minute, with at least one of them were willing to admit that up front. But if it came down to it, he wasn't going to get abandoned to a horde of the living dead if he could help it. But at the same time, if these people were dumb enough to take on an undead infestation of unknown origin and size for free, they probably wouldn't just leave a teammate for dead. Probably.

Nor looked blankly at Thomas and his idiotic question. The lad must have heard Nor introduce himself at least 3 different times over the last 12 hours, yet he still called him Sir Dwarf? And where did he learn to fight? The same places that every-sodding-body would learn to fight. There aren't many places that a body learns to handle a blade in active combat. And even then it didn't matter one lick where he learned to fight and was none of the kid's business.

Thankfully he was saved from having to give out a tongue-lashing by the big bloke who seemed to be the group's cook. And at the same time he got another prospective customer. Bad first impressions aside, this guy didn't seem like such a bad bloke after all. But all there was to do now was wait for food. To serve this goal, Nor found an empty chair and climbed up into it. There was no way he'd be able to reach anything with the tables so high, and he wasn't going to eat on the floor like some savage.
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As much as Cyne wanted to just stay in this bed forever and not have to get up, she knew that she'd have to leave sooner rather than later. Inns did have a check out time, and the group was probably having an important discussion on how to proceed next. Or something like that. And all that aside, she still needed to get all her shopping done that she wasn't able to do the day before because of cemetery and exhaustion.

Too bad she couldn't be a bear right now. Bears didn't need to get out of bed to go shopping.

The druid rolled out of bed and flopped onto the floor below face first. After she got up and did a few morning waking up stretches, she put on most of the clothes she had shed before retiring the night previous. That is all the clothes but her mantle, which she opted to simply throw over her shoulder for the time being. She'd put it on before going outside, but it was a bit premature to don it while still indoors. It wasn't [i]that[/i] cold after all.

Stifling a yawn, Cyneburg stumbled her way into the common room, on the way passing Kyra as she went somewhere. She gave the irritable ranger a wave, but didn't try to talk to her or stop her. She was the type that got involved in whatever they were doing, and always found something to be doing. Trying to chat would lead nowhere fast. Once in the room she found everyone else minus Ntaj at the same table plus one dwarf from last night.

[color=#17c311]"Good morning, did I miss anything?"[/color]