*walks into the tavern* Damn were is everyone. Hellllooooooo
*helps himself to a grog and finds a seat at a corner table to relax*

*Rathil enters the tavern after a long day on the town and takes a seat at one of the tables. He pulls out one of the bottles of Rum that he got from Cosmina and sits in quiet contemplation for a bit before pouring some into a glass he stole from the bar. He leans back in his chair and smiles as he enjoys his Rum. To him it truly is the finest Rum in the world.*

*After enjoying his drink for quite some time Rathil decided he is too comfortable to retire to the upstairs. Instead he leans back, props up his feet and adjusts his hat and falls asleep in the taverns main room.*

-The 11th Day of Taurus-

A Sinatorium Male Elf named Rathil, as well as a little bug thing named Spirit, have also signed to be a part of an audience with Oberon. We have received word that the guests may also bring a small entourage with them to Gi Kinara to meet with the King, but only those who Registered may actually speak with him. It's still not too late to Sign up at the Town Hall.

I mysterious Cart-driving traveling peddler has appeared in town. He claims to be selling some kind of cure all elixir. We are unable to confirm, nor deny his claims at this time. However, we can confirm his sales partner is quite attractive.

The Cao-Cai Search party still have yet to discover any clue as to who dug up a grave a local graveyard and stole one single body. This is a bizarre behavior for a Necromancer OR a Grave-Robber. Also the tracks seem to simply disappear. The Cao-Cai are baffled, yet still enraged at this hideous act.

When I woke up I see Rathil asleep in a chair,but not wanting
to distrub him I quietly slip out the door,so that I can explore the town some more.And to see this mysterious Cart-driving traveling peddler who claims he has a cure all elixir.

I just joined justsayhi! Pretty cool game. How does it work?

(Other players will probably help you, I'm sure at least Mr. Rathil has contacted you.)

*Wakes up again with a great yawn and looks around but can barley keep her eyes open*

*Rathil, still sitting in his chair like usual looks to the woman and smiles. Looks like you had a rough night. Didn't sleep well in that booth?*

*Streaches. her back popping can be heard across the tavern* i slept fine. its the dreams that keep me tired.

Ah, I see

*Rathil says uncorking his bottle of rum and pouring her a glass*

Can't say I blame you for that then.

*Sets the glass down in front of her leaving the bottle next to it as he takes a seat. He holds up his glass, already filled with Rum before taking a drink he says*

To stuffing them out, one dream at a time

*Pushes the drink away and orders some water* Ive been doin that too long

Oh my, you of all people turning down some of your own worlds finest rum? Not only for a weaker drink, but for water? oh dear this is worse than I thought.

*He stands up and goes to the bar to get her a glass of water. As he hands her the glass he asks*

So what is troubling you so much that even you turn down a drink?

*When he goes back shes passed out ag ain* (Gotta go to work be back soon)

*Rathil sighs, actually slightly worried about the young woman, Once again he takes care to pick her up and carry her upstairs to the inns room. He lays her down and leaves a pitcher of water and a glass on the nightstand next to the bed.

quietly he leaves the room to allow her to sleep.*

She walks in from the outside. Still not having a pleasant demeanor about her. Something in her has changed. She looks for a dark corner out of the way. Silver lies at her feet.

She glances through the new posting of town news.
.....a bug...lmao
grave robbers, hhmmmmmm
maybe....

Wonder when we are supposed to meet this King?

*Rathil is walking back down the stairs as Re'Anna comes in.*

Tomorrow I believe, is when our audience is supposed to take place.

She looks up and sees you has addressed her.
Rathil has changed so much, she guesses as much as she has.
"Do you know what time?
I have found some interesting items and am eager to test them out.

That I do not, I am sure we will be informed when the time comes.

*Rathil says as he eyes her a bit*

What type of new items?

A almost 7 foot tall 523 pound orc walks in grunting. He looks in and sits at a table that is a bit small for him. He grunts again. "Me thirsty here! Where's drink! Need grog now!" he roars before calming down grunting once more.