Turns and after a moment nods, "Yes that may be wise. I thank you." "The town's guards and knights won't let you wander in the streets without getting arrested. There is a curfew going on here. I suggest you gets a room here," the barkeep says putting a key in her hand. It is the second door the right," he finishes before serving more drinks. "My thanks" She takes the key and heads off to find her room |
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Turns and after a moment nods, "Yes that may be wise. I thank you."
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"Goodnight to you all." Rises and proceeds out of the inn.
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Niraon finishes her wine and sets it onto the table, nodding to all in the inn. " I fear I must be off. I'm sorry we've not been introduced and I offer little time to do so, but I am Niraon" She directs to Criani.
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Nods in understanding "Our kind do hold nature close to our spirit."
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Nods to Max and offers a smile
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Looks to Re'Anna with interest "Where is it that you hail from?"
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She smiles with some spirit now as he grabs the gold and nods in thanks as she studies the potions before slipping them into another pouch.
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She touches a small pouch on her waist, testing the weight. "Two will be fine for now sir."
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"It would be useful, 5 pieces." She thinks for a moment before a stiff nod.
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Leans back against her chair, taking in the information and the new sites. Another slow sip from her wine.
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Niraon is intrigued and leans forward to inspect the potions
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Takes a seat and sips her wine, smiling at the wolf
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Looks around the tavern "Is it always quiet?"
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a slight bow of the head and a polite smile. "Thank you Max"
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She picks up her wine and heads over to Re'Anna. "I am Niraon and as to my origins,"she smiles a bit "I am unknown exactly."
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Cocks a brow, but otherwise her expression guarded. "Looking for perhaps a bit of work"
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Smiles back, but a bit reserved.
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She nods in acknowledgment to the barkeep "Goodeve. The wine if you will sir."
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A tall half elf walks through the door, her eyes wandering over the occupants. She takes a seat at an empty table and waits for service.
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