"Suit yourself," says Mirche. "Now, if you're in a hurry, you'd best pay and be going."
Llewnar dropped his sleeve, intending for money to roll out. But to his horror not a penny came out. He then began shaking his sleeve vigorously. He pointed a finger at Anders. "You. Did you nick my money?" The goblin stuffed something into it's jerkin.
Anders stares at him, stony-faced. "I did not take anything."
Llewnar dropped his sleeve, intending for money to roll out. But to his horror not a penny came out. He then began shaking his sleeve vigorously. He pointed a finger at Anders. "You. Did you nick my money?" The goblin stuffed something into it's jerkin.
Anders stares at him, stony-faced. "I did not take anything."
"What do you have there?" Mirche asks the goblin.
Llewnar picks the squealing, scratching goblin up by the scruff and shakes him until Llewnar's sack of money and a few familiar objects fall from his jerkin. He swipes the sack off the floor and counts out the total he owed Mirche, gives it to the shop keeper and then strides towards the shop door.
Anders stares at him, stony-faced. "I did not take anything."
"What do you have there?" Mirche asks the goblin.
Llewnar picks the squealing, scratching goblin up by the scruff and shakes him until Llewnar's sack of money and a few familiar objects fall from his jerkin. He swipes the sack off the floor and counts out the total he owed Mirche, gives it to the shop keeper and then strides towards the shop door.
Llewnar can feel Anders's and Mirche's eyes on him as he leaves. "Have a nice day," murmurs Mirche, as coins clink into his hands.
OOC: No, I should have read what you were implying, instead of assuming you would do what I wanted you to do.
IC: "Um, one moment, please," Eda says to the other customers. She turns to face Tasha. "How may I help you?"
OOC: Ok,
IC: *Nods* "I was wondering what those buildings over there where?" *Gestures towards buildings*
OOC: The square is not visible from the Gift Horse's Mouth (which is pretty close to the edge of town). I'll just say she described them instead.
IC: "The tall one is the mayor's house. He don't come out too much, not much use for him here. The long building is the old barracks, from back when there were a castle here, Randel says. The mercs used to gather there. Right now, it's occupied by an army . . .." she trails off. ". . . An army left over from the invasion. They were peasants, recruited by some foreign army to help, call themselves the Hand. The mayor and the Hand don't much like each other. You can ask my ma about it -- she's in the kitchen -- if you want to know more." Eda returns her attention to the other customers.
IC: *Nods* "I was wondering what those buildings over there where?" *Gestures towards buildings*
OOC: The square is not visible from the Gift Horse's Mouth (which is pretty close to the edge of town). I'll just say she described them instead.
IC: "The tall one is the mayor's house. He don't come out too much, not much use for him here. The long building is the old barracks, from back when there were a castle here, Randel says. The mercs used to gather there. Right now, it's occupied by an army . . .." she trails off. ". . . An army left over from the invasion. They were peasants, recruited by some foreign army to help, call themselves the Hand. The mayor and the Hand don't much like each other. You can ask my ma about it -- she's in the kitchen -- if you want to know more." Eda returns her attention to the other customers.
OOC: Right-o. This time it rely is my bad.
IC: Thanks... *mutters to self* The Hand... *Walks toward kitchen*
OOC: The square is not visible from the Gift Horse's Mouth (which is pretty close to the edge of town). I'll just say she described them instead.
IC: "The tall one is the mayor's house. He don't come out too much, not much use for him here. The long building is the old barracks, from back when there were a castle here, Randel says. The mercs used to gather there. Right now, it's occupied by an army . . .." she trails off. ". . . An army left over from the invasion. They were peasants, recruited by some foreign army to help, call themselves the Hand. The mayor and the Hand don't much like each other. You can ask my ma about it -- she's in the kitchen -- if you want to know more." Eda returns her attention to the other customers.
OOC: Right-o. This time it rely is my bad.
IC: Thanks... *mutters to self* The Hand... *Walks toward kitchen*
OOC: I think we've both been a bit unclear throughout this whole scene.
IC: Daw peeks out from the door. "Hello! How was your walk?"
OOC: I think we've both been a bit unclear throughout this whole scene.
IC: Daw peeks out from the door. "Hello! How was your walk?"
OOC: True. =p
IC:"Hi. It was good. can I see you ma please?"
"Sure!" Daw opens the door. Inside are a burly woman and a skinny girl whose age is somewhere between Eda's and Daw's "Ma, a customer wants to talk to you!"
The burly woman turns to face them. "I suppose I can spare a minute. What can I help you with, miss?"
"Sure!" Daw opens the door. Inside are a burly woman and a skinny girl whose age is somewhere between Eda's and Daw's "Ma, a customer wants to talk to you!"
The burly woman turns to face them. "I suppose I can spare a minute. What can I help you with, miss?"
"Hello mam, I was wondering about a group called "The Hand", what can you tell me?"
"Sure!" Daw opens the door. Inside are a burly woman and a skinny girl whose age is somewhere between Eda's and Daw's "Ma, a customer wants to talk to you!"
The burly woman turns to face them. "I suppose I can spare a minute. What can I help you with, miss?"
"Hello mam, I was wondering about a group called "The Hand", what can you tell me?"
The woman's face darkens. "You should stay away from them. They're nasty folks. They think that just 'cause they survived the war when so many didn't, it makes them better than the rest of us. They do whatever they want, and no one stops them. Not the mayor, not anyone. You stay away from them."
"Hello mam, I was wondering about a group called "The Hand", what can you tell me?"
The woman's face darkens. "You should stay away from them. They're nasty folks. They think that just 'cause they survived the war when so many didn't, it makes them better than the rest of us. They do whatever they want, and no one stops them. Not the mayor, not anyone. You stay away from them."
"Thank you, mam. *Has thoughtful expression* Is there any thing I can help you with, while I wait for someone?"
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