City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Japheth]

Japheth grins and steps over to Michael. He grasps the outstretched hand and gives him a quick shake. "That's generally what they're for, ya know." He looks about, raises his eyebrows at the blustering dwarf issuing a drinking challenge, and then turns to face Michael again.

"So what does one do next to find work? Or have I already stumbled upon it?"

 

[Rystil Arden]

The tavern door swings open with a crash as a wide, stocky, well-muscled dwarf stumbles in. His tangled red hair spills over his fine breastplate armor, and his long beard is braided sloppily and flung over his shoulders.

"We see you Rasereit," Zaeryl says quietly from his seat off to the side.

 

[ajanders]

Japheth grins and steps over to Michael. He grasps the outstretched hand and gives him a quick shake. "That's generally what they're for, ya know." He looks about, raises his eyebrows at the blustering dwarf issuing a drinking challenge, and then turns to face Michael again.
"So what does one do next to find work? Or have I already stumbled upon it?"

"One waits. That's half the lesson of life. And in my case, one prepares a double-strength solution of baking soda in water, because that dwarf is likely to get someone killed otherwise."
He shrugs.
"So what do you explore?"

 

[Japheth]

"One waits. That's half the lesson of life. And in my case, one prepares a double-strength solution of baking soda in water, because that dwarf is likely to get someone killed otherwise."
He shrugs.
"So what do you explore?"

"Well, that's the half of that, ain't it? Exploring means not knowing what you're getting into a lot of the time," retorts Japheth with a sarcastic smirk. With a smile and a bright, quickened voice however, he pronounces "I'm no slouch with a blade though, and nimble fingers have gotten me out of a lot of situations. Not to mention a nimble body and mind period. Some of the places one explores have many hazards, natural and otherwise..."

Japheth carries the smile, pleased that even if he starts rambling he hasn't been silent from the intimidating prospect of approaching this place for work. He stops himself from speaking further though, mentally berating himself for starting to sound like an eager young whelp.

 

[Bront]

Vanitri chuckles. "Ahh, to be young and full of dreams. I admire you kid, just be sure to watch yer back. All the wonders in the wold won't do ya no good if you're caught unaware from behind while gaping at em. Tis a dangerous place out there."

 

[Japheth]

"Yeah. Well I'll be careful," he snaps. He turns and walks away, spotting a bulletin board with many-varied postings. Japheth figures he should probably get on with finding work, the idea of waiting around this place not appealing to him.

 

[ajanders]

"Yeah. Well I'll be careful," he snaps. He turns and walks away, spotting a bulletin board with many-varied postings. Japheth figures he should probably get on with finding work, the idea of waiting around this place not appealing to him.

"Patience, Japheth." Michael suggests.
"Do you know the Big Sky country?"

 

[Bront]

"Yeah, unfortunately, jobs seem to come by less often that we'd like, but time will tell." Vanitri says. "Speaking of which, I got's something to do."

Vanitri gets up, and nods to all the patrons "May your wanderings be fortunate."

He stops by Michael and Ros "I'd tell you not to do anything I wouldn't do, but that wouldn't stop much. So you two just enjoy yourselves."

Vanitri steps out of the Inn and heads off down the street.

 

[Bront]

Hook, Line and Sinker

A man, with some distinctly elven features, walks into the tavern under a shadowy cloak. He heads to the board to post something, till Joe clears his throat. The man looks at Joe, who looks back with disdain. He quietly walks over to Joe and the two quietly but animatedly discuss something.
[sblock=Sense Motive 10+]Joe seems bothered by the presence of the man.[sblock=Sense Motive 15+]Joe seems to know this man from somewhere, and doesn't appear to trust him.[/sblock][/sblock]
"Fine." says the man, who tears up the sign and tosses it onto the bar.
[sblock=Knowledge Local 10+]The Painted Wench is a tavern in one of the less savory parts of town.[sblock=Knowledge Local 15+]The Painted Wench is know to harbor criminal activities.[/sblock][/sblock]
"If anyone here would like to help me recover something, I'll be down at the Painted Wench in three hours to discuss business." The man pauses and glares at Joe "It seems not all business here is appretiated."

Joe looks back at the man, as he turns and walks out the door. Joe returns to cleaning some of the glasses by the bar, whistling a festive tune.

OOC: I am recruiting for the adventure The Rightful Owner. I will take 4-6 2nd level or higher characters of questionable moral deciency, and reserve the right to decline any applicants. When you are ready, head over to the thread linked once the first IC thread is up. I'll start the first IC post a little later today.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmm...we see another possibility for awakening our latent power...It is annoying and demeaning that we must do tasks for mortals in order to do so, but so be it."

*Zaeryl sweeps out after the man, looking back to see if perhaps Ogrin and Almayce might come as well, but not saying anything either way.*