The Mistyvale Inn

[Eclipse]

Cìrdan turns a startled stare towards the woman, as if he only now discovered she was there. A frown of disapproval creases the otherwise flawless face.

"More appropriately, you should go sit outside with the other mutts."

[Chia]

Sorry? Can't hear you, you know, so loud in here and all...

*She looks over at the elf with an expression of keen attentiveness, apparently oblivious to the bottle standing on the table in front of her. As she leans over the table, she knocks the almost untouched bottle over, a matter of pure accident for sure, causing the thick and sticky liquid to shoot out, by a strange coincidence, directly at the man. Noticing the mishap, she exclaims in a voice overflowing with well-meant innocence*

Whoops.

[Eclipse]

The elf flies out of his seat with an indignant cry, whirling about to glare acidly at the tiefling.

"WAITRESS!" he bellows with an impressive set of lungs on such a stringy man. He yanks the cloth a flustered barmaid brings him out of her hands and pat-pats the wet stains on his clothing.

"If you had the faintest idea," he hisses, glaring at the tiefling yet again. "This will cost you a pretty sum, I assure you."

Poor Cìrdan scowls at the chuckling crowd, turns on his heel as he mutters something about scum and uneducated fools and storms out of the inn, a magnificent whirlwind of blond hair and ruined silk.

[Minuvas]

*steps into the Bar, watching the citizens*

"Drinking away their lives again. Hmph, better they be full of liquor than Heresies though."

Pulls out a large tome with the symbol of Lochwar upon it, unfolding it with a large Thud upon a table - that just seconds before was filled, but now scurries with the appearance of the Priest. The Barroom, he supposes, isn't the best place for the faithful to gather.

He quickly assesses the room to see if there are any who match the description of his list of Heretics. He looks to the Captain of the Watch and the Talon, assured that there won't be any bar-room brawls tonight.

[Chia]

*She seems about to break down in tears, pouting lips quivering lightly as she proclaims to the world in general*

But, but... I know how to read!

*She sits down, toying with a coin on the relatively clean side of the table untouched by the spill, the expression of self-satisfaction begining to take a hold on her face just before she notices Minuvas. With a quick flurry of activity, both she and the bag, resting up until now under her feet, are gone, accentuated by the slamming of the back door of the inn*

[ColdToes]

Kilrux enters the Inn. He nods the Talon then takes a seat at the bar. "Roggins, a glass of your finest wine." he hisses with a snap of his fingers.

[Vahene]

After a quick peek around the room, Vahene settles down at the front of the bar. Pulling out a few bottles, she perches them on the bar behind her, puts her back to them protectively and removes another. Firestein's finest ale, she thinks with a sigh of relief as she begins to drink directly from the flask.

-V

[The Explorer]

Jherod walks in covered in all manner of blood, goes straight to the bar and orders some vintage Caer Gold achieving his only aim at this time.

*Says with a deep and manly voice* "Ahh yes it is proven once again the drinks here are better than those servered at the Bucks in."

*Finishes off his fourth drink then stagars towards the door, Pauses for a moment when he notices the Talon guard Says in a drunk tone* "all work and no play makes a dull man waste away."

*eventually makes it through the door, certain he could beat the Talon, then realizes he had not checked to see if he knew anyone at the bar.* "Uh nevermind I'll say hallo next time he mutters as he finally makes his exit."

[Mon-da-oth]

Rhode stumbles down from the upstairs with his pouches fuller than when he went up. The reek of ale seems to form an aura around him bringing tears to the eyes of those he passes by.

He steadies himself at the bottom of the staircase and looks around the room. His eyes widen in surprise as he suddenly sucks in some air and swallows his chew instead of releasing the belch he expected.

"Oh me lords!" He exclaims rushing haphazardly forward knocking into tables and bumping into people until he collides with the edge of the bar near Vahene and doubles over it spewing the chew and ale into the tenders area.

[Vahene]

Deftly turns and raises her knee between Rhode's legs.

"Ingrate," she hisses. "Can't you do this.. elsewhere.."

She grabs a towel.

-V

[Mon-da-oth]

Despite the spasms rolling through his stomach Rhode manages to trap Vahene’s leg between his thighs before it can do much damage.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his arm and faces Vahene. “Yous try swallow’n dis stuff and sees if’n you can holds yer stomach.”

Surprisingly gentle he pushes her leg down away from his treasure and offers her the edge of his cloak.

[Vahene]

"Perhaps you shouldn't swallow it at all or chew it for that matter? It does
smell rather disgusting, you know," Vahene sighed. She moves her leg
away quickly, lest anyone think there was more to the discussion. She
accepts the edge of his cloak and cleans herself off, muttering about
needing another bath.

[Chia]

*Bursts through the door, stepping gracefully around a man suffering from certain lack of motion control induced through pursuit of the inn's cheapest offerings she was about to collide with, then spots Rhode and Vehene. She makes a face, the scar covering the left side of her face stretching the corners of her lips and eye, causing the resulting grotesque expression to disfigure her face even more than the scar alone could.*

Ugh, not another pair... Teshalia's messing around again, eh?

*Eyes Rhode cautiously*

Hey... got a minute? Gotta talk to you...

[Mon-da-oth]

"Is wouldn't bes need'n dat stuff if'n dat bard had'n busted her lute over me head. Is thin she cracked me tooth again." Rhode rubbed the side of his cheek then glanced over the edge of the bar.

"Coloths sack Is lost me chew ands me Ale!", he grumbled.

Hearing Chia's comments he turned back with just a glance towards Vahene and a smirk.

"Sures, Is gots time wots yous want?"

[Chia]

*Gestures to the side, indicating a table with no other occupants or people nearby, starting to whisper as they walk toward it*

So, there's this little...