so is the curfew still in efect even though there is a lockdown?
if that is the case...* she smiles a wicked little grin*

"Yes, the curfew is still in effect. I would not leave after the curfew. and the guards will question you as you get closer to the gate."

thank you borimor. How are things today has there been any excitement at the inn.

sorry but I must leave now as well the curfew is coming soon and there is something I must take care of in town.

"I will see you later Onumorid," says Boromir as he picks up the empty mug.

correction:

"Congratulations Re'Anna and Spirit. You have both done well in the test of knowing about your lands and have earned an additional 50 experience points," he says.

Comes down the stair from his room And goes up to the bar to order a mug of brew. Greeting Borimor A mug of brew please

"Greetings Max. How have you been lately," asks Boromir as he serves the Goblin's Brew.

I have been well thank you and yourself

The old historian sitting at the table in the corner of the room near the fireplace waves at Max and thanks him for allowing to spend time with him earlier teaching the history of the Bavidirian Lands.

"Busy as usual keeping this tavern clean and ready for anykind of customer to stroll and have a drink or some food. Would you like some open fired meat on the bone tonight?" Boromir asks as he is about to go in the kitchen to get some food for himself.

Max waves back I thank you sir for teaching me

Yes that sounds good

Boromir comes back with two very large roasted meat that is about to fall off its bone. He slides the plate to the dark elf and smiles. "I don't think I have ever made it better then tonight. My mouth just waters everytime I eat this," Boromir says as he takes a bit of his own meat and washes it down with some Goblin's Brew.

This is a fine meal you did well my friend

Max enjoys his meat and brew The inn is quiet and he is very relaxed.

A old man with pointy hat and gray robes enters the tavern. He carries a staff made of wood. The staff is unusual as it intervines each other and ends with a dark green crystal at the end of the shaft. He takes his pointy gray hat off and looks at the tavern with satisfaction. He nods once to the old historian and then at the Boromir who comes quickly to serve him. "Saluatations young one. It is nice to be back home. Bring me some Elvin Wine and some of that delicious meat on the bone that I have been smellin since I walked in this fine establishment," the old man says.

"Where is that old wench anyway?" the man in the robes asks. "Criani is busy getting goods for the tavern and negotiating lower prices from those sneaky merchant's at Mesa's Trading Company," Boromir replies as he serves the wine and meal.

"Ah yes well things have changed since I come back here. Of course as the town's wizard I am granted access wherever I go in this town and I must tell you we have disturbing news from the north, but we will leave that for another day shall we," the wizard says as he takes a bite of the juicy and tender meat.

Boromir only smiles as he is glad to see Eststar the Gray back in town.

she jumps up out of her chair nearly toppling the table over.
Blasted curfew... Bloody lockdown.. she mutters all kinds of
expletives. A woman can't breathe in these conditions!!!!
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sees the new comer * Greeting sir I am Max It is good to meet you*
won't you join me for a drink.

"Why I am a old man. Why don't you sit where I am now," the gray robbed man says as he finishes his last bite of his meat. Boromir takes the plate and goes to the kitchen.

The wizard then looks and smiles. "Ah a dark elf. A rare site indeed. I had a good friend who was a dark elf. His name was Drizzt Du'orden. A great companion in my earlier years," he finishes. "Now what was your name again," as he fumbles into his robes to pull out a rag and blows his nose.