Author	Message / Information
buzz0002	Next Morn... replied on: 8/5/2003 1:30:26 AM If you, ah... have a, ah... room, uh... * loses his composure completely as he is confronted with memories from his past as he stares at the bartender* how, uh... much??? Dreadfully sorry, but you remind me of someone I know... knew... but I ramble. How much for a very comfortable room and a meal... I am in desperate need of one, or both...
Shadow Stryker Mistress of the Shadows 'Tender at the Tavern	Next Morn... replied on: 8/4/2003 5:36:26 AM ::Tilting her head towards the anxious newcomer:: I..am the 'tender here. What did you need?
buzz0002	Next Morn... replied on: 7/31/2003 5:27:49 PM :: The halfling could no longer remember how long he had been running... he only remembered he had to keep the leather pouch clutched to his chest... He panted... but wait! a building -- and with buildings come -- doors! :: <door slam> <heavy breathing> ohhh... <looks around> oh! Ahem! I, uh... <stuffs leather pouch in pocket>... that is to say, uh... Good morrow! ... Could one of you inform me of who and where the bartender is here? I am in desperate need of a drink! I ... sincerely hope I'm not... interrupting anything?
Lobian Darthuk The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy	Next Morn... replied on: 5/31/2003 9:41:03 AM *comes back upstairs, and sits at a table* Woman! I need service!
House Blackrose Crypt Keeper	Next Morn... replied on: 5/27/2003 10:29:51 AM Bahali's eyes go wide and he sits straight up in shock as he sees the drow coming toward him. The tavern keep was a dark elf! When he had entered and his eyes were adjusting to the light he had seen the smallish figure behind the bar with silver hair and dismissed her as an old tavern crone. Too late he realized his mistake! Several thoughts rushed painfully through his head at once; was she of a House that was allied with House Blackrose and if so would Lord Cyane find out about the way he had spoken to her? Was she from a rival House and in that case would he be able to make it out of the bar alive? He glanced around looking for other drow that must surly be there wondering how many he could kill before he reached the door. Not seeing many others in the bar currently he decided to play dumb and hope that it would save him. "Um, er, beggin' your furgiveness mistriss, mez took a nasty blow to da head mez did, fergot mez manners..."
Shadow Stryker Mistress of the Shadows 'Tender at the Tavern	Next Morn... replied on: 5/27/2003 9:59:21 AM ::Keeping her focus on the red head, she seems to ignore the troll. Handing a menu to her, she quickly advises her to watch her behavior. Finally turning her attention to the troll, she moves her way around the bar, over to him. Sighting the coins on the table, her eyes brighten a bit. Not too much platinum flows through this place.:: I do not serve ale by the keg. If you must have some, then you must drink it from tankards as the rest of us. Nor do I sell whole pigs. I can serve you a rack of ribs, but later, as they are not fully cooked yet. I only have breakfast foods for sell at this time. Would you like a menu?
Nacleyen	Next Morn... replied on: 5/27/2003 9:51:57 AM Her lips curl into a sneer, shaking her head slightly. If it weren't for her need for rest and her lack of will power, she would have already lashed out at the 'tender. Ah nevermind her. She ran a hand through her hair, letting out a sigh. Nacleyen watches the Dark Elf male wander back to his seat. Should she join him? Not right now. She looks back at the 'tender, "Might I get the menu?
Lobian Darthuk The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy	Next Morn... replied on: 5/27/2003 1:34:41 AM *goes back to his room*
Iuedaini	Next Morn... replied on: 5/26/2003 3:18:18 AM Taking a walk through the woods to clear his mind and to find a nice quiet place to think about his shaded past Iuedaini notices that he is slowly being surrounded by a chilling fog. He keeps pressing on but notices the longer he walks the harder it gets to remember were he last came from. Eventually, in pure frustration he yells out, "Where am I?" The ravines flock off batting their wings and squawking as they take flight. He sits in frustration at the base of a nearby tree. After a bought of thinking he is compelled to keep walking. As he goes on he notices that an image in the distance is slowly emerging from the darkness that is the fog. At first it looks to just be your average pub, and he has little interest to waist his time in another common pub. But what is a pub doing in a forest away from all of the so called civilization. This intrigues Iued, he steps a bit closer but takes caution to stay out of sight. He notices a cold air about the building and decides to watch the travelers that might come and go. He looks for an opportunity to enter and observe first hand this enigma while maintaining his secrecy for the time.
Malystyryxx Ebonstorm Troubled Soul	Next Morn... replied on: 5/24/2003 8:44:28 AM *Malys rises from his seat and quickly walks to the elbow of the human with hair of fire. "If you would prefer, you may share my table." Without waiting for a reply, he turns and walks back to his seat.
Lobian Darthuk The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy	Next Morn... replied on: 5/23/2003 9:33:51 PM *a scuffle is heard, and the dork with the silver hand walks back inside* That was fun.
Grimalkin	Next Morn... replied on: 5/23/2003 9:13:23 AM Pardalis heard the voice before he ever saw the woman, and as his head turned, golden eyes were blinded by the fire of her hair. Blinking, his vertical pupils adjusted for that moment it took to bring her fully into focus. He remained by the fire, holding the nearly-full mug of cider that Shadow had given him. And he appeared amused at Nacleyen's impatience.
House Blackrose Crypt Keeper	Next Morn... replied on: 5/23/2003 8:04:03 AM Bahali cocks his head to one side, squints his eyes and looks confused for a moment then continues. "Likes a good brew, mez do. Bringz Bahali a keg o' your strongest stuff. Anz a pig. Da whole pig. If'n ya can't carry da keg showz mez where it be and mez getz it meself." With that he reaches into the pouch at his side and draws out a handful of coins, dropping platinum, gold, silver and copper pieces on the table top.
Lobian Darthuk The Silverhand Nimoy Fanboy	Next Morn... replied on: 5/23/2003 7:51:57 AM *walks out*
Shadow Stryker Mistress of the Shadows 'Tender at the Tavern	Next Morn... replied on: 5/23/2003 7:37:51 AM ::Shadow takes the coin, looking it over quickly, then raises her head towards the Troll's voice, barely containing her anger:: I am no wench. You want special service? You get up and ask properly, or I will ignore you. ::Grinning darkly at the red head:: So, you don't like the service? Then leave. I will not stand for rude behavior. Be rude, I'll be rude back, simple as that.

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