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| Topic: THE GREEN DRAGON'S INN | |
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"Hello there. May I inquire for your name. I see you have become a regular at the Green Dragon's Inn. Why everyone calls me Boromir here." I'll remember that, my name is Raquil. *A name he hopes has faded in memory compared to his alias.* ...I decided to stick around this place, Boromir, it seems pretty good for business. |
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*takes out flute and lays it on bar looking at it*
*still not sure how it works* |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep*
*Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? |
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*still watching little man with big nose*
to herself I think I do not trust that little man. |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you |
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*watches cloaked man curiously*
It seems I know him from somewhere. |
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*still watching little man with big nose* to herself I think I do not trust that little man. *Of course he didn't hear her, but it wouldn't matter anyway. He has never really cared if people trusted him of not, in fact he's used to the opposite. Still him and his cart offer opportunities few get these days and with these troubling times, you need as many friends as you can get... whether you trust them or not.* |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you *Thinking that Boromir may be busy Rathil decides to serve up some drinks. He looks behind the counter and sees the mugs. He points to three mugs, one at a time and one after another they fly off the shelf over to him. He walks over and hands her one of the empty mugs. He then turns around and motions for a bottle of elvin wine. Following the same suit as the glasses the bottle flies to his hand. He turns around, smiles and pours her a glass before walking back to the bar* Cloaked Man to Rathil: Are all the theatrics really necessary you old coot. Can't you just pour a drink like a normal person *Rathil merely laughs as he turns around and winks to the half elf* |
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*still watching little man with big nose* to herself I think I do not trust that little man. *Of course he didn't hear her, but it wouldn't matter anyway. He has never really cared if people trusted him of not, in fact he's used to the opposite. Still him and his cart offer opportunities few get these days and with these troubling times, you need as many friends as you can get... whether you trust them or not.* Excuse me ummmm Raquil is it? May ask exactly what you are selling? |
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*Rathil does walk behind the bar this time and serves up a brew to the cloaked man.*
Rathil: Here, drink this. The only redeeming thing about you is when you have a drink to your lips the constant drabble stops for a few minutes *The cloaked man shoots Rathil the cruelest look he can but accepts the drink anyway* *Rathil looks towards the human with the list* You sir, over there, care for a drink? It is on me |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you *Thinking that Boromir may be busy Rathil decides to serve up some drinks. He looks behind the counter and sees the mugs. He points to three mugs, one at a time and one after another they fly off the shelf over to him. He walks over and hands her one of the empty mugs. He then turns around and motions for a bottle of elvin wine. Following the same suit as the glasses the bottle flies to his hand. He turns around, smiles and pours her a glass before walking back to the bar* Cloaked Man to Rathil: Are all the theatrics really necessary you old coot. Can't you just pour a drink like a normal person *Rathil merely laughs as he turns around and winks to the half elf* MMMM I have not had elvin wine since I left my home land. |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you *Thinking that Boromir may be busy Rathil decides to serve up some drinks. He looks behind the counter and sees the mugs. He points to three mugs, one at a time and one after another they fly off the shelf over to him. He walks over and hands her one of the empty mugs. He then turns around and motions for a bottle of elvin wine. Following the same suit as the glasses the bottle flies to his hand. He turns around, smiles and pours her a glass before walking back to the bar* Cloaked Man to Rathil: Are all the theatrics really necessary you old coot. Can't you just pour a drink like a normal person *Rathil merely laughs as he turns around and winks to the half elf* MMMM I have not had elvin wine since I left my home land. A true crime to be sure, the finest wine in all the land my dear |
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you *Thinking that Boromir may be busy Rathil decides to serve up some drinks. He looks behind the counter and sees the mugs. He points to three mugs, one at a time and one after another they fly off the shelf over to him. He walks over and hands her one of the empty mugs. He then turns around and motions for a bottle of elvin wine. Following the same suit as the glasses the bottle flies to his hand. He turns around, smiles and pours her a glass before walking back to the bar* Cloaked Man to Rathil: Are all the theatrics really necessary you old coot. Can't you just pour a drink like a normal person *Rathil merely laughs as he turns around and winks to the half elf* MMMM I have not had elvin wine since I left my home land. A true crime to be sure, the finest wine in all the land my dear They say my mother used to sing to me when my nightmares would start while I was still in her womb. I was the only thing that kept her alive. Maybe that is why the flute worked for me last night. |
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Boromir thanks Rathil his old friend for helping him out in the tavern as usual and makes sure everyone has a delightful taste of his new meal of the day. Roasted filet chunks on skewers that were cooked under a open flame for the good half of the morning. He takes out a creamy garlic sauce and asks everyone to dunk the meat into it.
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MMMMMMM delicious.
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*The doors of the bar open and in walks Rathil. He enters silently but there is something about him that just draws the eye of everybody in the inn to him. Perhaps it is just the air of confidence he has about himself or something more. Although Rathil is not alone today. The cloaked man from the bar follows him in. It is clear he does not want to be awake right now. His eyes are blood shot and it still looks like he hasn't laid down for more than a few hours of sleep* *Rathil and the cloaked man sit down at the bar* Boromir, two brews please, Rathil says *Rathil turns to the half elf.* How did you sleep the rest of the night my dear? *with a look of confusion on her face* Like I have never slept before. How is it possible? *Rathil merely smiles and points to the flute she has lying on the table* Keep that item with you at all times and you will have more restful nights to come. Can I buy you a drink? Yes thank you *Thinking that Boromir may be busy Rathil decides to serve up some drinks. He looks behind the counter and sees the mugs. He points to three mugs, one at a time and one after another they fly off the shelf over to him. He walks over and hands her one of the empty mugs. He then turns around and motions for a bottle of elvin wine. Following the same suit as the glasses the bottle flies to his hand. He turns around, smiles and pours her a glass before walking back to the bar* Cloaked Man to Rathil: Are all the theatrics really necessary you old coot. Can't you just pour a drink like a normal person *Rathil merely laughs as he turns around and winks to the half elf* MMMM I have not had elvin wine since I left my home land. A true crime to be sure, the finest wine in all the land my dear They say my mother used to sing to me when my nightmares would start while I was still in her womb. I was the only thing that kept her alive. Maybe that is why the flute worked for me last night. *Smiles* The magic of that flute is unknown to many who have carried. Although I am glad to see it works for you as well. |
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Boromir, do get my half elf friend a meal. I of course will cover it.
*Pulls out the customary platinum he has been giving to Boromir the last few days* and bring one out for that ray of sunshine over there too. *Indicating the cloaked man* *The cloaked man looks at Rathil* Cloaked man: Ah go jump off a bridge, I don't know how anyone can stand your nonsense for more than a few minutes. Why do you think I have to drink so much *The man looks to Boromir* I don't want any food, just another brew |
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*Smiles* The magic of that flute is unknown to many who have carried. Although I am glad to see it works for you as well. Hmmmmm Well i thank you for your kindness once again. But now I must be on my way. I shall return tonight to savor Boromir's delicious fair. And have good nights rest again. |
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