The Royal Chestnut

[SS]

Blinking, Len looks at Wulfgar and says, "well that's a face I never expected to see again." Frowning, he continued, "and why would I have a room for you?".

[Galmort]

Leaning in closely to Len, Wulfgar whispers "I can tell, my old friend, that business is not very well at the moment" He leans back. "Believe me, it would be in your best interests to give me a room."

[SS]

Len looked directly at Wulfgar. "If I gave you a room," he said, voice firm but low, "would I wake up to find a corpse in my inn?"

[Galmort]

"This depends" Wulfgar says, matching Len's tone and volume with perfection. "Will your actions towards me this night be as crude as our last encounter?"

Wulfgar finally sits back in a stool next to him, as if getting ready to have a long conversation.

[SS]

"My actions then were entirely justified," growled Len, "and you have yet to give me reason for not throwing you out right now. Why are you back?"

[Galmort]

"I would really not like to talk about this now, in front of these drunkards." Whispers Wulfgar. "How much would you like for a rom now?"

[evilknight]

Hor'aath looks up from his drink as a strange man enters the bar and begins a hasty conversation with whom he assumed was the owner.  "Indeed, this town has some strange people in it."  Hor'aath muttered to himself as he ordered another pint to drink.

[Saladin]

Muttering to himself, Ralston enters the bar. Although a newcomer to the area, he is surprised at the lack of people in the tavern. He gets a few strange looks from three men in the corner, mostly at his style of dress. Dressed in a white cloak with a red cross placed in the middle, he is definetly a Knight Templar, and Knights Templar are rumored to dabble int he occult  Looking around he goes to the Common room and sits on a stool.  

[evilknight]

*notices that someone else has finally sat down nearby*
"Greetings stranger, who might you be?"  

[SS]

Len spoke angrily: "There are no rooms here, for you, Wulfgar", then turned away and looked at the odd new arrival. Strange men on a strange night, he thought to himself.

[mole]

All but shaking frm the new appearances, Jehl'ran finally took the mug from the table in front of him and unsteadily took a sip. He mutters somthing about Helsa and never on tme then turns to the man who had just sat down and slumps again. "Evening sir, i'd offer you a stool but it seems you've found one," the tone was unsteady and if he had not been sitting here you would believe he had just been flogged.

[Saladin]

Ralston turns to the slumped man "Thank you for your kindness"

Then he turns to the man who had just greeted him "The name's Ralston, i've just returned from the Crusade and i'm looking for a place to settle. Can you tell me more about this town, Mr.........?"

[Rug]

Alein took a seat with Jaraad and Jehl'ran, nodding to both of them, "A fine night to be lost in your cups, gentlemen." he said quietly, taking a sip from his wine, "All is good, I trust?"

[mole]

Staring at Ralston mouth working silently, he frowned and turned to the other men." haha! fine night indeed. No weather for hunting, all my bow strings are 3 inches longer than they should be. But then thats nature isnt it."  The frown returns and the mug once more seems a relished point of interest. "How are you none the less?"

[evilknight]

<to red baron>
Just call me Hor'aath.  I get the lovely job of protecting these willy little merchents as they travel back and forth.  Doesn't pay much, but I'm not in it for the money.  So, now that you know my lavish and rich history, mind telling me yours?