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?"
Llewnar looks towards the stairs. "I have absolutely no idea what was happening in there. But what I do know is, there was an extremely annoying noise that kept me awake, sounded like Ping, pong, ping, pong... PANG!"
Gruntil nods and looks interested as his master speaks.
He says something to Llewnar in goblin language, looking all the while very serious and matter-of-fact.
Llewnar walks towards the stairs. "My squire is very displeased with the quality of the beds in this inn, he says there's a hole in his."
Randel comes stamping up the stairs. "Wha' jus' happ'ned?"
Llewnar looks towards the stairs. "I have absolutely no idea what was happening in there. But what I do know is, there was an extremely annoying noise that kept me awake, sounded like Ping, pong, ping, pong... PANG!"
Gruntil nods and looks interested as his master speaks.
He says something to Llewnar in goblin language, looking all the while very serious and matter-of-fact.
Llewnar walks towards the stairs. "My squire is very displeased with the quality of the beds in this inn, he says there's a hole in his."
Randel's face darkens. "Th're weren't no holes when y'got here. If th're's a hole, y're payin' fer it."
"Alright. I'll 'ave that for you in a little bit." Eda goes into the kitchen.
"Thank you." *Looks around the room*
One table is taken up by the man and woman that Tasha remembers seeing earlier, another by the scarred mercenary that she also remembers seeing, and the third by a rather rowdy group of townsfolk.
One table is taken up by the man and woman that Tasha remembers seeing earlier, another by the scarred mercenary that she also remembers seeing, and the third by a rather rowdy group of townsfolk.
*Shifts so she can see the room and door. Pules something out of leather jacket, and rubs it between hands.*
One table is taken up by the man and woman that Tasha remembers seeing earlier, another by the scarred mercenary that she also remembers seeing, and the third by a rather rowdy group of townsfolk.
*Shifts so she can see the room and door. Pules something out of leather jacket, and rubs it between hands.*
No one is currently entering or exiting the room. No one seems to be paying Tasha any attention, either.
