"Good evening. Are you the owner of this establishment?" *Blake asks, making full eye contact with Anders*
Anders meets his eye. "No, I just . . . Well, I can't say I work here, because he doesn't pay me. Anyway, you'll want to talk to Randel." He points at the balding, pot-bellied man, who is currently pacing angrily along the back wall.
"Thank you." *Blake crosses the room in a few quick, graceful steps.* "Good evening. I was wondering about a room, if you have one to spare?" He says politely, but with some sort of strange command in his voice.
None of them seem to notice Tasha. As they draw close, the leader's temper seems to snap. "SILENCE!"
The rest of the group is suddenly quiet.
"Sorry, Flintedge Finger," says one, a large, bulky man with an eyepatch over his right eye.
"Won't happen again, sir," adds a straight-backed woman.
"No, It Will Not!" Flintedge Finger shouts again. "Am I Clear?"
"Aye, sir," says a young, smiling man, almost before the leader finishes his question. The rest quickly chime in their agreement as well.
"Good. Now, let's get back to the barracks before Dalibor throws a fit."
*Decides to fallow them at what she thinks is a safe distance.*
The group makes its way back to the barracks where the Hand is residing. They walk up to the two guards outside the door, now a long-faced man with a gloomy expression and a strutting man with an upturned chin. "Evenin'," says Flintedge Finger.
"Good evenin', Flintedge Finger," they reply.
"Jawless Finger said to let you know they're waitin' in the meetin' room," adds the strutting man.
The man with the eye patch grins slightly. "She said all that, did she?"
"Not quite," sighs the long-faced man.
"Enough o' that," says Flintedge Finger. "I'll head to th' meetin'. The rest of you, don't make no trouble."
"Yes, Flintedge Finger," they chorus.
Flintedge enters. The rest remain outside, for now. One of them, a woman with a large, sharp nose and black eyes, says, "By th' way, we picked up a follower on th' way back. Just a girl, seems harmless."
"But she followed us through five right turns and three left. An' she clearly didn' want to be seen," adds another man.
Anders meets his eye. "No, I just . . . Well, I can't say I work here, because he doesn't pay me. Anyway, you'll want to talk to Randel." He points at the balding, pot-bellied man, who is currently pacing angrily along the back wall.
"Thank you." *Blake crosses the room in a few quick, graceful steps.* "Good evening. I was wondering about a room, if you have one to spare?" He says politely, but with some sort of strange command in his voice.
Randel scowls at him. "Y're in luck. One jus' open'd up. Pay now if y'wan' it."
*Decides to fallow them at what she thinks is a safe distance.*
The group makes its way back to the barracks where the Hand is residing. They walk up to the two guards outside the door, now a long-faced man with a gloomy expression and a strutting man with an upturned chin. "Evenin'," says Flintedge Finger.
"Good evenin', Flintedge Finger," they reply.
"Jawless Finger said to let you know they're waitin' in the meetin' room," adds the strutting man.
The man with the eye patch grins slightly. "She said all that, did she?"
"Not quite," sighs the long-faced man.
"Enough o' that," says Flintedge Finger. "I'll head to th' meetin'. The rest of you, don't make no trouble."
"Yes, Flintedge Finger," they chorus.
Flintedge enters. The rest remain outside, for now. One of them, a woman with a large, sharp nose and black eyes, says, "By th' way, we picked up a follower on th' way back. Just a girl, seems harmless."
"But she followed us through five right turns and three left. An' she clearly didn' want to be seen," adds another man.
The strutting man nods. "We'll keep an eye out."
Flintedge Finger's soldiers enter the building.
*Decides it would be a good time to slip away. Starts backing away from the barracks.*
"Thank you." *Blake crosses the room in a few quick, graceful steps.* "Good evening. I was wondering about a room, if you have one to spare?" He says politely, but with some sort of strange command in his voice.
Randel scowls at him. "Y're in luck. One jus' open'd up. Pay now if y'wan' it."
*Pules out a money satchel. and gives him quite a bit* "Is that enough for three nights?"
The group makes its way back to the barracks where the Hand is residing. They walk up to the two guards outside the door, now a long-faced man with a gloomy expression and a strutting man with an upturned chin. "Evenin'," says Flintedge Finger.
"Good evenin', Flintedge Finger," they reply.
"Jawless Finger said to let you know they're waitin' in the meetin' room," adds the strutting man.
The man with the eye patch grins slightly. "She said all that, did she?"
"Not quite," sighs the long-faced man.
"Enough o' that," says Flintedge Finger. "I'll head to th' meetin'. The rest of you, don't make no trouble."
"Yes, Flintedge Finger," they chorus.
Flintedge enters. The rest remain outside, for now. One of them, a woman with a large, sharp nose and black eyes, says, "By th' way, we picked up a follower on th' way back. Just a girl, seems harmless."
"But she followed us through five right turns and three left. An' she clearly didn' want to be seen," adds another man.
The strutting man nods. "We'll keep an eye out."
Flintedge Finger's soldiers enter the building.
*Decides it would be a good time to slip away. Starts backing away from the barracks.*
The two guards haven't seen her, and they don't seem to be attempting to find her. She will be able to leave unnoticed if she sticks to these alleys until the barracks are out of sight.
*Decides it would be a good time to slip away. Starts backing away from the barracks.*
The two guards haven't seen her, and they don't seem to be attempting to find her. She will be able to leave unnoticed if she sticks to these alleys until the barracks are out of sight.
*Walks through the alleys until she's at a safe distance, then walks on the streets some more. Meandering in the direction of the inn*
The two guards haven't seen her, and they don't seem to be attempting to find her. She will be able to leave unnoticed if she sticks to these alleys until the barracks are out of sight.
*Walks through the alleys until she's at a safe distance, then walks on the streets some more. Meandering in the direction of the inn*
This time, she does not see anyone, other than a few townspeople, who pass her by without a word.
*Walks through the alleys until she's at a safe distance, then walks on the streets some more. Meandering in the direction of the inn*
This time, she does not see anyone, other than a few townspeople, who pass her by without a word.
*Arrives at the stables and goes to her horse's stall were she's going to spend the night.* "Hello *Mithrandir! how's the hay?" *She says interning the stall*
This time, she does not see anyone, other than a few townspeople, who pass her by without a word.
*Arrives at the stables and goes to her horse's stall were she's going to spend the night.* "Hello *Mithrandir! how's the hay?" *She says interning the stall*
*That's the horses name.
Tall Wymond murmurs a greeting to her when she arrives, then goes back to closing up for the night.
