H130, Day 189, 8 A.P. [Open]

[TheGratefulNed]

feq said:

As the new tiefling approached, Vatndir turned to him. "Ah the new cutter, I was just thinking that it couldn't have been a coincidence that I imagined a basher like you banging around in the bar at this time. I imagine you have some magical skill that could assist the ondfullr Moer and I?"

"I don't know who this awn-feller mur is, but if you're trying to research a new spell while you're banging around the Cage then I might be of some assistance." The tiefling's brightly shod horse hooves click lightly on the floor as the Cipher approaches the center pool.

[Stix]

wraithblackmantle said:

"Cutter, I'd like to rent a room for myself, with one bed, and a private bath and latrine for the week, please."

"Bed for one, private latrine," Bertram repeats aloud. "I think we've got one of those in vacancy. Two gold pieces for the week."

[Uathach Blackmantle]

thegratefulned said:

The ashen-skinned Cipher nods in acknowledgement to the other tiefling, "evenin'. Did I hear you cutters wig-wagging about some spell research?"

"Indeed we were, although I don't know if I'll be of much service in this instance, as my knowledge in the Art widely differs from his. Still..." Wraith stiffles a yawn behind her glove. "I welcome the opportunity to swap notes with a fellow spellslinger."

admin said:

wraithblackmantle said:

"Cutter, I'd like to rent a room for myself, with one bed, and a private bath and latrine for the week, please."

"Bed for one, private latrine," Bertram repeats aloud. "I think we've got one of those in vacancy. Two gold pieces for the week."

"Thankyou, cutter." She says with a grateful smile, and fishes the coins from her purse, placing them into Bertram's palm one at a time. "So, have you still got any of those meat pies left?"

She sighs wearily, sinking into the nearest barstool for a moment, until Bertam returns with the key. Wraith shuffles back to the table, and fetches her pack from beneath. She settles down into the chair again, checking with deliberate slowness to ensure that nothing has been stolen in her absence, and leans forward with her elbows resting upon the polished surface.

"When are you due to leave on your expedition?" She asks of John and Vatndir quietly. "Find out what you can about my son anmd my father before then, and I shall accompany you to the Blood Pit. Though I despise the place..." She shudders emphatically. "Just lann me when, so I have time to gather more supplies. I suspect I'll be needing more than bandages, needle and thread."

[feq]

"I imagine John will have time to help you somewhat before we leave." Vatndir said quietly.

He turned to the new face. "I thank you for your offer. Why else would I have imagined you here but for possible assistance. Have I imagined you skillful with illusions?"

[john]

John finds a table and quietly sits down, counting money and fingering his dice-cup and dice for a moment while the universe (vatndir's) attention is elsewhere.

[TheGratefulNed]

feq said:

He turned to the new face. "I thank you for your offer. Why else would I have imagined you here but for possible assistance. Have I imagined you skillful with illusions?"

"While it's not my forte, I've some skill with the illusory and phantasmagoric arts. With what, exactly, are you looking for help?" Gl'Fnak takes a long swill of his wine and fixes his coal-black eyes on the genasi.