*Eat's and drinks, thankful for a hot meal, and Keeping an eye on the other people.*
Eventually, the man and the woman head upstairs. The mercenary remains sitting at his table, silently. The group remains sitting at their table, loudly.
After Tasha finishes eating, a dark-haired, broad-shouldered man enters the room. He stands by the door, giving a nod to Molle as she passes by. She waves back at him.
*Eat's and drinks, thankful for a hot meal, and Keeping an eye on the other people.*
Eventually, the man and the woman head upstairs. The mercenary remains sitting at his table, silently. The group remains sitting at their table, loudly.
After Tasha finishes eating, a dark-haired, broad-shouldered man enters the room. He stands by the door, giving a nod to Molle as she passes by. She waves back at him.
Eventually, the man and the woman head upstairs. The mercenary remains sitting at his table, silently. The group remains sitting at their table, loudly.
After Tasha finishes eating, a dark-haired, broad-shouldered man enters the room. He stands by the door, giving a nod to Molle as she passes by. She waves back at him.
*Watches him carefully, Still seated at table.*
He mostly just stands there, watching the room. At one point, he catches the eye of one of the men in the group and gives him a look. After that, they quiet down a little.
He mostly just stands there, watching the room. At one point, he catches the eye of one of the men in the group and gives him a look. After that, they quiet down a little.
*Shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's of some influence. Scans room for Eda.*
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."
Llewnar stops and opens his drawstring money pouch to find not a penny inside. He walks into view of Randel. "Ehh... If you can prove there was no hole in the bed earlier then I will pay, but if you can't then I will not."
He mostly just stands there, watching the room. At one point, he catches the eye of one of the men in the group and gives him a look. After that, they quiet down a little.
*Shifts uncomfortably, realizing he's of some influence. Scans room for Eda.*
Tasha does not see Eda. She is probably in the kitchen.
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."
Llewnar stops and opens his drawstring money pouch to find not a penny inside. He walks into view of Randel. "Ehh... If you can prove there was no hole in the bed earlier then I will pay, but if you can't then I will not."
Gruntil grins, nods and wiggles his eyebrows.
Randel's face is now beet red. His fists are clenched tightly, as are his teeth. Slowly, he turns around, an action clearly taking a fair bit of effort, and walks down the hall and into one of the other rooms. He returns with a young girl, about thirteen years old. "Th's is Moll," he says, "Molle, these're some unsat'sfied cust'mers. Molle, wh'n y' clean'd th' rooms th's mornin', were th're any beds wi' holes in any o' 'em?"
Molle shakes her head. "No holes."
Randel turns back to Llewnar and Gruntil. "Now, if y'don' trus' li'l Molle 'ere, 'er I know 'er mama an' 'alf-a-dozen men who're willin' t' vouch fer 'er. What d'ya say?" His face is visibly very strained with the effort of maintaining his composure and his muscles are tensed.
Llewnar stops and opens his drawstring money pouch to find not a penny inside. He walks into view of Randel. "Ehh... If you can prove there was no hole in the bed earlier then I will pay, but if you can't then I will not."
Gruntil grins, nods and wiggles his eyebrows.
Randel's face is now beet red. His fists are clenched tightly, as are his teeth. Slowly, he turns around, an action clearly taking a fair bit of effort, and walks down the hall and into one of the other rooms. He returns with a young girl, about thirteen years old. "Th's is Moll," he says, "Molle, these're some unsat'sfied cust'mers. Molle, wh'n y' clean'd th' rooms th's mornin', were th're any beds wi' holes in any o' 'em?"
Molle shakes her head. "No holes."
Randel turns back to Llewnar and Gruntil. "Now, if y'don' trus' li'l Molle 'ere, 'er I know 'er mama an' 'alf-a-dozen men who're willin' t' vouch fer 'er. What d'ya say?" His face is visibly very strained with the effort of maintaining his composure and his muscles are tensed.
"We must be just! We must be fair!" Llewnar looks around desperately, grabs Gruntil's hand and together they do a runner, leaping out the nearest window.
Randel's face is now beet red. His fists are clenched tightly, as are his teeth. Slowly, he turns around, an action clearly taking a fair bit of effort, and walks down the hall and into one of the other rooms. He returns with a young girl, about thirteen years old. "Th's is Moll," he says, "Molle, these're some unsat'sfied cust'mers. Molle, wh'n y' clean'd th' rooms th's mornin', were th're any beds wi' holes in any o' 'em?"
Molle shakes her head. "No holes."
Randel turns back to Llewnar and Gruntil. "Now, if y'don' trus' li'l Molle 'ere, 'er I know 'er mama an' 'alf-a-dozen men who're willin' t' vouch fer 'er. What d'ya say?" His face is visibly very strained with the effort of maintaining his composure and his muscles are tensed.
"We must be just! We must be fair!" Llewnar looks around desperately, grabs Gruntil's hand and together they do a runner, leaping out the nearest window.
Randel tries to grab them but is too slow. They fall from the second story onto the street below.
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