"No, not a back. Apologies, I should've explained better. We're with the Hand, a mercenary organization, and we've set up shop here."
"That's interesting. Also, I was wondering if you know of any good places to take my horse for water?"
Beaming nods thoughtfully. "Let me see. If you continue down the street, and take the second right, there should be a good well a little ways down." She points along the main street in the opposite direction from the Gift Horse's Mouth.
"That's interesting. Also, I was wondering if you know of any good places to take my horse for water?"
Beaming nods thoughtfully. "Let me see. If you continue down the street, and take the second right, there should be a good well a little ways down." She points along the main street in the opposite direction from the Gift Horse's Mouth.
"Thank you, Mam, and Sir." *Trots of in the direction of the well.*
Beaming nods thoughtfully. "Let me see. If you continue down the street, and take the second right, there should be a good well a little ways down." She points along the main street in the opposite direction from the Gift Horse's Mouth.
"Thank you, Mam, and Sir." *Trots of in the direction of the well.*
OOC: Alright. That might be a little bit, since I have to wait for Phantom, and it is still around dinner time. If you want something to do, you could have Llewnar and Gruntil eat dinner.
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Post by Archs >>----> on Sept 2, 2019 20:57:55 GMT
Meanwhile, Gruntil was jumping on his bed.
"Not soft enough," he mutters.
PANG!
He falls through the wicker-like base. Gruntil frowns, clambers out of the hole he had just created and then gets out of the bed.
He waddles up to his bedroom door and then opens it. The goblin peers down the hallway, looking out for other people. Llewnar was standing just outside his own bedroom door looking incredibly peaky.
OOC: Alright. That might be a little bit, since I have to wait for Phantom, and it is still around dinner time. If you want something to do, you could have Llewnar and Gruntil eat dinner.
He falls through the wicker-like base. Gruntil frowns, clambers out of the hole he had just created and then gets out of the bed.
He waddles up to his bedroom door and then opens it. The goblin peers down the hallway, looking out for other people. Llewnar was standing just outside his own bedroom door looking incredibly peaky.
Randel comes stamping up the stairs. "Wha' jus' happ'ned?"
OOC: Alright. That might be a little bit, since I have to wait for Phantom, and it is still around dinner time. If you want something to do, you could have Llewnar and Gruntil eat dinner.
