Another character - Llewnar's servant / squire played by Lil' (account sharer)
~ Lil' Character Bio
Name: Gruntil Squit
Race: Goblin Class: Was previously a rogue, but now is the squire of Llewnar Appearance and Weapons: Short in structure, hunched with a balding head and yellow eyes. Is muddy green in colour. Wears a tan tunic, over-sized shoes and has a flail as a weapon. Backstory: Gruntil was a terror in his country until he was captured by some Hanorkian (which is a faraway land) Guards and carted off to a market where he was going to be sold. When he was being shown at the sale, Gruntil managed to get away and made off into a nearby woodland. Unfortunately for him, he fell into a troll trap, where he was later found by Llewnar, who kindly offered him food and help if the goblin became his squire.
OOC: Okay, that works for me. It sounds like he is a rogue class, training to add the knight class. Start however you would like.
Llewnar, with a returning nod at Anders, goes over to the man behind the counter and brings out his dagger. "How much would it cost to have this made razor sharp?"
The man gives a reasonable price.
OOC: No specifics, because there's no official currency system.
"It's a deal!" said Llewnar, as he drops a few coins into the shopkeeper's hand.
Outside the weapon shop there comes a slap-slapping sound, and in walks a small goblin with over-sized shoes.
He walks over to Llewnar and tugs his cloak, then begins nattering in goblin language and pointing to the door.
Llewnar raises a finger to his mouth to silence the goblin, before turning to Anders. 'Who are you?'
*Looks at her distrustfully* "Water and food if you have any? Oh. and lass, do you have room in the stable for a horse?"
She nods. "Yes, of course. I'll have that for you right away. And, um, while you wait, I'll have someone show you and your horse to the stables." She scurries back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the boy walks out from the kitchen. "Follow me to the stables, ma'am," he says, in a formal tone that does not match his high-pitched voice or scruffy appearance.
*Fallows the boy out* "Let me call my horse. *Long low whistle* A Big black horse comes out and nuzzles Tasha.
OOC: No specifics, because there's no official currency system.
"It's a deal!" said Llewnar, as he drops a few coins into the shopkeeper's hand.
Outside the weapon shop there comes a slap-slapping sound, and in walks a small goblin with over-sized shoes.
He walks over to Llewnar and tugs his cloak, then begins nattering in goblin language and pointing to the door.
Llewnar raises a finger to his mouth to silence the goblin, before turning to Anders. 'Who are you?'
Anders shrugs. "No one important, other than the man who's going to sharpen that dagger." He holds out a hand for Llewnar to give him the weapon. "Who are you, stranger? And who is your little friend?"
She nods. "Yes, of course. I'll have that for you right away. And, um, while you wait, I'll have someone show you and your horse to the stables." She scurries back to the kitchen.
A few minutes later, the boy walks out from the kitchen. "Follow me to the stables, ma'am," he says, in a formal tone that does not match his high-pitched voice or scruffy appearance.
*Fallows the boy out* "Let me call my horse. *Long low whistle* A Big black horse comes out and nuzzles Tasha.
The boy leads them to the adjacent stables and opens the door. Many of the stalls are occupied, but a few at the end nearest the tavern are vacant. At the other end, a very tall man is brushing a fine-looking horse. He looks up briefly as they enter, then returns to his work. The boy opens the door of one of the stalls, and motions for Tasha to lead her horse in.
*Fallows the boy out* "Let me call my horse. *Long low whistle* A Big black horse comes out and nuzzles Tasha.
The boy leads them to the adjacent stables and opens the door. Many of the stalls are occupied, but a few at the end nearest the tavern are vacant. At the other end, a very tall man is brushing a fine-looking horse. He looks up briefly as they enter, then returns to his work. The boy opens the door of one of the stalls, and motions for Tasha to lead her horse in.
*Looks skeptically at the man and enters* "I would like to sleep in the stables with my horse, if you don't mind?"
The boy leads them to the adjacent stables and opens the door. Many of the stalls are occupied, but a few at the end nearest the tavern are vacant. At the other end, a very tall man is brushing a fine-looking horse. He looks up briefly as they enter, then returns to his work. The boy opens the door of one of the stalls, and motions for Tasha to lead her horse in.
*Looks skeptically at the man and enters* "I would like to sleep in the stables with my horse, if you don't mind?"
He shrugs. "I think that can be managed. I'll ask Randel when 'e gets back." Turning to the boy, he continues. "Get 'er 'orse settled, Daw, and then take 'er back to the tavern for now."
"It's a deal!" said Llewnar, as he drops a few coins into the shopkeeper's hand.
Outside the weapon shop there comes a slap-slapping sound, and in walks a small goblin with over-sized shoes.
He walks over to Llewnar and tugs his cloak, then begins nattering in goblin language and pointing to the door.
Llewnar raises a finger to his mouth to silence the goblin, before turning to Anders. 'Who are you?'
Anders shrugs. "No one important, other than the man who's going to sharpen that dagger." He holds out a hand for Llewnar to give him the weapon. "Who are you, stranger? And who is your little friend?"
''My name is Llewnar . . . ' Here he gives Anders the dagger on an open palm, so that writing can be seen engraved:
L L E W N A R
'' . . . Although I go by another name,'' he says mysteriously. '' And as for my friend, he is my squire. A poor wretch I found in a troll trap."
Anders shrugs. "No one important, other than the man who's going to sharpen that dagger." He holds out a hand for Llewnar to give him the weapon. "Who are you, stranger? And who is your little friend?"
''My name is Llewnar . . . ' Here he gives Anders the dagger on an open palm, so that writing can be seen engraved:
L L E W N A R
'' . . . Although I go by another name,'' he says mysteriously. '' And as for my friend, he is my squire. A poor wretch I found in a troll trap."
There is a long pause. The shopkeeper looks at Llewnar and Gruntil, then at Anders. "There going to be any trouble?"
Anders shakes his head. "No, Mirche. I don't need to know anything about them. They don't need to know anything about me." He takes the dagger into a back room. The scraping of a grindstone can be heard.
*Looks skeptically at the man and enters* "I would like to sleep in the stables with my horse, if you don't mind?"
He shrugs. "I think that can be managed. I'll ask Randel when 'e gets back." Turning to the boy, he continues. "Get 'er 'orse settled, Daw, and then take 'er back to the tavern for now."
He shrugs. "I think that can be managed. I'll ask Randel when 'e gets back." Turning to the boy, he continues. "Get 'er 'orse settled, Daw, and then take 'er back to the tavern for now."
''My name is Llewnar . . . ' Here he gives Anders the dagger on an open palm, so that writing can be seen engraved:
L L E W N A R
'' . . . Although I go by another name,'' he says mysteriously. '' And as for my friend, he is my squire. A poor wretch I found in a troll trap."
There is a long pause. The shopkeeper looks at Llewnar and Gruntil, then at Anders. "There going to be any trouble?"
Anders shakes his head. "No, Mirche. I don't need to know anything about them. They don't need to know anything about me." He takes the dagger into a back room. The scraping of a grindstone can be heard.
Llewnar nodded to Gruntil, who had stuck his tongue out at Anders.
Llewnar then asks the shopkeeper, ''How long will this take? The sharpening.''
There is a long pause. The shopkeeper looks at Llewnar and Gruntil, then at Anders. "There going to be any trouble?"
Anders shakes his head. "No, Mirche. I don't need to know anything about them. They don't need to know anything about me." He takes the dagger into a back room. The scraping of a grindstone can be heard.
Llewnar nodded to Gruntil, who had stuck his tongue out at Anders.
Llewnar then asks the shopkeeper, ''How long will this take? The sharpening.''
"Should just be a few minutes. Is there anything else I can help you with while you're here?"
*Turns to fallow Daw.* "I'm ready." *Glances back at the horse and man.* "Is he trustworthy?"
"Tall Wymond? O' course. Randel doesn't like cheats. The last guy who stole from 'im . . . well, I'll let Anders tell ya the story when 'e gets back." Daw cheerfully skips from the stable to the inn. When they enter, they can see Tasha's meal ready on the table. "Talk ta ya later," says Daw, going back into the kitchen.
