*Walks over* "Hello Sir. I was wondering if it would be alright if I slept in the stables with my horse?" *Nods towards horse* I'll be paying rent and board of course."
Randel glares at Tasha. "An' leave you in 'ere wi' my 'orses? I'll have t'think about it. Talk t'me after th' dinner rush." He stomps off to the inn. None of the others follow him.
*Mumbles to self* "Thus is the life of..." *Trails of and then turns back to horse* "Well boy, we may be out in the woods, again."
Randel glares at Tasha. "An' leave you in 'ere wi' my 'orses? I'll have t'think about it. Talk t'me after th' dinner rush." He stomps off to the inn. None of the others follow him.
*Mumbles to self* "Thus is the life of..." *Trails of and then turns back to horse* "Well boy, we may be out in the woods, again."
"Hey," says Tall Wymond, noticing her despair, "Don' worry about it. I've known Randel for years. 'E'll come around."
Post by Archs >>----> on Aug 29, 2019 18:26:45 GMT
Llewnar walks down a long passageway and peers into some open room. All the rooms look rather plain. He goes into the last room and lays down in the bed.
Post by Archs >>----> on Aug 29, 2019 20:05:29 GMT
Gruntil drags his foot all the way to a small stool by the inn's fire.
He hops onto it and working slowly, pulls out a grubby napkin and wraps his foot in it, all the while glaring suspiciously at everyone and everything that walks passed.
"Hey," says Tall Wymond, noticing her despair, "Don' worry about it. I've known Randel for years. 'E'll come around."
*Turns to face him.* "Thanks."
Tall Wymond gives her a nod and then walks over to Noll and Hamon. He gives them some instructions, and then they begin to brush down the newly arrived horses.
Llewnar walks down a long passageway and peers into some open room. All the rooms look rather plain. He goes into the last room and lays down in the bed.
OOC: It's actually a rather short hallway. It's a small inn.
Gruntil drags his foot all the way to a small stool by the inn's fire.
He hops onto it and working slowly, pulls out a grubby napkin and wraps his foot in it, all the while glaring suspiciously at everyone and everything that walks passed.
A balding, pot-bellied man enters. Seeing Gruntil, he returns the glare as he walks toward the kitchen.
Tall Wymond gives her a nod and then walks over to Noll and Hamon. He gives them some instructions, and then they begin to brush down the newly arrived horses.
Tall Wymond gives her a nod and then walks over to Noll and Hamon. He gives them some instructions, and then they begin to brush down the newly arrived horses.
"Any thing I can do to help?"
"Sure," says Tall Wymond. He hands her a brush. "You go brush down a couple we haven't gotten to. I'll start feeding them."
Llewnar walks down a long passageway and peers into some open room. All the rooms look rather plain. He goes into the last room and lays down in the bed.
OOC: It's actually a rather short hallway. It's a small inn.
Gruntil drags his foot all the way to a small stool by the inn's fire.
He hops onto it and working slowly, pulls out a grubby napkin and wraps his foot in it, all the while glaring suspiciously at everyone and everything that walks passed.
A balding, pot-bellied man enters. Seeing Gruntil, he returns the glare as he walks toward the kitchen.
After bandaging up his foot Gruntil picks up his stool and waddles towards the kitchen, where he places it under the basin sink and climbs on.
Then he puts his foot in the basin and pushes a nearby bucket of cold water all over it, to cool it down.
When that was done, the goblin grabs a cup of milk and leaps off the stool. He limps upstairs to his room, splashing milk everywhere and making whopping great wet foot marks all over the place.
"Goodnight." he grumbles to no one in particular, and slams his room door shut.
A balding, pot-bellied man enters. Seeing Gruntil, he returns the glare as he walks toward the kitchen.
After bandaging up his foot Gruntil picks up his stool and waddles towards the kitchen, where he places it under the basin sink and climbs on.
Then he puts his foot in the basin and pushes a nearby bucket of cold water all over it, to cool it down.
When that was done, the goblin grabs a cup of milk and leaps off the stool. He limps upstairs to his room, splashing milk everywhere and making whopping great wet foot marks all over the place.
"Goodnight." he grumbles to no one in particular, and slams his room door shut.
The employees working in the kitchen stare in shocked silence as he does this.
