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Post by Zeytan on Oct 10, 2007 19:39:09 GMT
*Zeytan can't help but smirk at Slevela's commnet about Leytan.*
"Well untill I hear diffrent my dear I'd tell them to hold their tost to his demises, until I see a body or hear from someone who was there that he did indeed "swing", i belive the term is, this morning I'd be Very carefully about celebrating it, Leytan has what many would call "A nasty habbit of surviving" and may just take expetion to anyone toasting his death."
*Zeytan then turns to Callimpsest.*
"Yes you are right let us sit and drink and forget this unplesentness."
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 11, 2007 10:23:04 GMT
*Phoenixflame smiles slightly as she follows Zeytan and Callimpsest over to the table, she and Morwena are talking rapidly in the strange language that Callimpsest heard them talking in. As they actually reach the table, Phoenixflame turns to them*
"So, what are you guys drinking?"
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Post by Zeytan on Oct 11, 2007 14:10:22 GMT
"I'll have a Winterian White Wine pleaes and a bowl of milk and some bread from young Malark."
*looks again at Malark still coverd in trecale.*
"And anoter bowl of water to wash him with if thats possible please."
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 11, 2007 14:28:29 GMT
*Phoenixflame nods and makes a note, as Morwena flies over to look quizzically at Malark*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 11, 2007 14:51:15 GMT
*The barmaid Lanesra steps up to the table.*
Lanesra: Very kind of you to save me the work, Miss, but I'd better do some, else I'll get the sack! And looks like one of us girls is already in for it today...
Winterian White Wine, milk, bread - and a bowl of water, not for drinking! How about the rest of you?
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Post by Robin on Oct 11, 2007 15:06:27 GMT
I'll have... oh, I don't know. Ale, I guess. Level 2 Brown?
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 11, 2007 15:40:08 GMT
Slevela: Ale, certainly. Level 2 Brown? 'Fraid you'll have to make do with As It Comes.
You were asking where Grimwold's got to. He's in Warlock with the landlord, helping him 'negotiate' for a better deal on the Grimdale Ale. Should be back later today.
*Whispers* And that gold coin should go further that it usually would. We're running an LSD Special today.
*The piper is playing Twentieth Century Boy.*
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Post by PhoenixFlame on Oct 12, 2007 8:27:40 GMT
*Phoenixflame smiles at Lanesra and takes a seat at the table, Morwena perches lightly on her shoulder, ruffling her feathers slightly as she landed, the light catching her wings*
"I'll just have some fruit juice for Morwena, and can I get a small glass of rum please, if you have it?"
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Post by Callimpsest on Oct 12, 2007 22:20:54 GMT
*Callimpest smiles at the serving-girl, whom he knows from previous visits.*
A flagon of Old Sussex for me, please, Lanesra.
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 14, 2007 20:56:16 GMT
Lanesra: Right you are. Hope I can remember all that! And you'll be pleased to hear your second drinks will all be on the house today, thanks to our LSD Special.
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Post by Shadow Voice on Oct 15, 2007 11:25:38 GMT
[ModNote: Continued from A stranger to the Realm.] *The door opens again and a figure in a hooded cloke walks in his face is compltly hidden by the hood only his hands are vissible and they are very well manicured sujesting someone of the gentry.* *He walks up to the bar and strangly moves to the more shadowy bit of the bar were he is even more obsucred from view he now removes his hood as his face is shrouded in the shadows and lights the cigeret he has in his mouth, Illuminating for just a second his weather beaten face and his black lifeless eyes. Then with a quick wave of his hand the match is extinguished and his face is again but a silouet.* "I wish to speak to either the Landlord or who ever is in charge." *He says flatly to Slevela who is standing at the bar.*
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 15, 2007 23:01:25 GMT
[OOC: I'm tempted to have Slevela make SV wait his turn. ;D But as it happens, Robin won't be posting again until Friday at the earliest, so Slevela may as well turn her attention elsewhere for a bit.]
*Slevela, who was in the process of talking to and serving Robin, turns round. She isn't pleased at the new customer's interruption. Can't he see she's occupied?*
Slevela: *Whispering to Robin* Excuse me a moment, please. *Addressing Shadow Voice* And lo, that is what you are doing. What can I get you?
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Post by Callimpsest on Oct 16, 2007 16:34:27 GMT
*Callimpsest glances round the table in puzzlement. Aren't any of the others curious about the abbreviation?
To Lanesra* Well, I suppose you're waiting for one of us to ask: "LSD Special"?
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Post by Shadow Voice on Oct 16, 2007 18:11:39 GMT
*Shadow Voice is unpreturbed by Slevela she may be a strong willed young lady but Shadow Voice dosen't intimidate easily. He simply takes a drag on his cigeret and blows it out in her direction, enough to make her cough a bit but not affect her eyes.*
"Short and sweet my dear I'm makeing a delivery for the Justice Of The Peace in Warlock."
*Produces a Scroll similer to the one he just sent Addis & Dreslin to the Wolfs Howl with.*
"A Bounty poster that he wishes this tavern to display some were on its premissis."
*Smirks*
"I belive you know the Genteleman it reffers to. I hear he onces offerd to.....give your lovely ears a permentant ajustment."
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Post by Young Grimwold on Oct 16, 2007 22:55:33 GMT
Slevela: Whatever the hell those smoke sticks are, put them away or get out. NOW.
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