*huff* Very well, very well. No need to be to suspicious. *She digs in her bag for a moment and then hands him the appropriate amount* I'll be waiting for the food in the common room then.
He takes the money quickly, examining it before shoving it in a pocket. "One more thin'." He calls over to the tables. "Oi, Anders, git over 'ere! Ya too, elf-man, don' know yer name! We got a room issue!"
*Tathar peers at the approaching figures slightly warily* What exactly do we mean by room issue, I paid good money.
IC: Gartt rose again from the table and strode over gritting his teeth because of the interruption, and because the inn keeper once again called so much attention to him. When Gartt arrived at the counter he hiss/growled, "This had better be most important."
He sees that the girl the innkeeper is talking to is a young elven woman. The man called Anders does not join them after a minute, and the innkeeper calls again. "Anders! Git over 'ere!" The man sitting alone looks up, startled, and hastily makes his way over, looking at the ground the whole way. When he gets there, the innkeeper says. "'Ere's tha deal. I got two rooms an' three o' ya, two beds 'n ea' room. Sort it ou'." He walks away, leaving them to talk.
He takes the money quickly, examining it before shoving it in a pocket. "One more thin'." He calls over to the tables. "Oi, Anders, git over 'ere! Ya too, elf-man, don' know yer name! We got a room issue!"
*Tathar peers at the approaching figures slightly warily* What exactly do we mean by room issue, I paid good money.
The innkeeper doesn't answer her question. The first to arrive is a half-elf with close-cropped white hair and a dark cloak. The other, Anders, who joins them only after the innkeeper calls a second time, is a large bearded man, also wrapped in a cloak, whose seems intent on staring at the ground.
Guess I'll hop in here, seems to be the main hub of activity right now.
Name: Sanfor Race: Goblin/Minotaur (Finnasnet tribe) Gender: Male Age: Looks about 19 Description: Pointed ears, long, tangle, flowing hair that starts low on his forehead, a sandy blonde color. His skin is the same color as his hair. He has a bit of a beard on his chins, and his arms and legs are especially hairy. He is average height. No horns. Teeth are a bit malformed, and he has a really wicked looking smile. Small squinty eyes. He tends to walk with a bit of a stoop, though if provoked he straightens out. Muscular, though doesn't look it at first glance. Clothing: Loose canvas shirt, crossbelt, pants cut off just below the knees. Equipment: A one-sided axe, small enough to be used for throwing, large enough for hand-to-hand combat. Long, chipped knife in belt. Backstory: Due to his parentage, he's never fit in anywhere, and never trusted. He's become wary and shy, always expecting rejection. He is a silent creature, and his intelligence is rather untested, he's not used to solving problems beyond his next meal and shelter. He has wandered in the desert many years, but has moved inland in hopes of hiring himself out somewhere.
{JAMMERS! -TheGreatCon- ONLY!} I feel kind of bad doing this, but since you're a veteran user and someone I know I figure it's worth a shot.
Right now, practically everybody's here, and that means that nothing will happen in the other HQs. So I'm going to ask you to consider moving to the Lion Knights or the Dragon Knights. If you don't want to, no pressure, that's fine, but I want to ask anyway.
{JAMMERS! -RuleJJ- ONLY!} Sure, no problem. I really CONtemplated joining one of the others, but it was easier just to hop in the hot hub. I'll pick another.
Guess I'll hop in here, seems to be the main hub of activity right now.
Name: Sanfor Race: Goblin/Minotaur (Finnasnet tribe) Gender: Male Age: Looks about 19 Description: Pointed ears, long, tangle, flowing hair that starts low on his forehead, a sandy blonde color. His skin is the same color as his hair. He has a bit of a beard on his chins, and his arms and legs are especially hairy. He is average height. No horns. Teeth are a bit malformed, and he has a really wicked looking smile. Small squinty eyes. He tends to walk with a bit of a stoop, though if provoked he straightens out. Muscular, though doesn't look it at first glance. Clothing: Loose canvas shirt, crossbelt, pants cut off just below the knees. Equipment: A one-sided axe, small enough to be used for throwing, large enough for hand-to-hand combat. Long, chipped knife in belt. Backstory: Due to his parentage, he's never fit in anywhere, and never trusted. He's become wary and shy, always expecting rejection. He is a silent creature, and his intelligence is rather untested, he's not used to solving problems beyond his next meal and shelter. He has wandered in the desert many years, but has moved inland in hopes of hiring himself out somewhere.
OOC: Moving HQs, since they're in dire need of members.
{JAMMERS! -TheGreatCon- ONLY!} I feel kind of bad doing this, but since you're a veteran user and someone I know I figure it's worth a shot.
Right now, practically everybody's here, and that means that nothing will happen in the other HQs. So I'm going to ask you to consider moving to the Lion Knights or the Dragon Knights. If you don't want to, no pressure, that's fine, but I want to ask anyway.
{JAMMERS! -RuleJJ- ONLY!} Sure, no problem. I really CONtemplated joining one of the others, but it was easier just to hop in the hot hub. I'll pick another.
{JAMMERS! -TheGreatCon- ONLY!} Sure. Well, I intentionally set it up so that no matter what HQ you join there would be someone to interact with (as in me).
He sees that the girl the innkeeper is talking to is a young elven woman. The man called Anders does not join them after a minute, and the innkeeper calls again. "Anders! Git over 'ere!" The man sitting alone looks up, startled, and hastily makes his way over, looking at the ground the whole way. When he gets there, the innkeeper says. "'Ere's tha deal. I got two rooms an' three o' ya, two beds 'n ea' room. Sort it ou'." He walks away, leaving them to talk.
IC: "I'll get my money back. You can have my room, Girly." Gartt turns to leave, but not before eyeing Anders suspiciously. "INN KEEPER!"
Anders returns to his table as the innkeeper returns with a frustrated look. "Ya've made yer decision?"
IC: "Anders takes a room, Girly takes a room, I get my money back." Gartt growls at the Inn Keeper. "I will pay for my meal and a drink of water in peace, then I'm leaving."
Anders returns to his table as the innkeeper returns with a frustrated look. "Ya've made yer decision?"
IC: "Anders takes a room, Girly takes a room, I get my money back." Gartt growls at the Inn Keeper. "I will pay for my meal and a drink of water in peace, then I'm leaving."
"First of all, it's not "girly". Secondly, surely we can handle this civilly. I don't mean to shove anyone out, and I was the last to arrive. So should I be the one to find other accommodations?"
Anders returns to his table as the innkeeper returns with a frustrated look. "Ya've made yer decision?"
IC: "Anders takes a room, Girly takes a room, I get my money back." Gartt growls at the Inn Keeper. "I will pay for my meal and a drink of water in peace, then I'm leaving."
The innkeeper grunts and stands there frowning for a long time. "Fine." He fishes into his pocket and slaps a few coins onto the table in front of Gartt.
It's just that your guy's ones are very impressive. ![[y]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/WYWPH2VRo26pOFDid7QZ.png)
![[h]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/nPCskakrdhDERqIVGKuw.png)
Thank you, I agonized over it for like four days. 
