*Watches Idara go and sips her wine* what fool these mortals be.

*looks back at Boromir* You alright lad?

"Oh yeah. Today is a quiet night compared to yesterday. I was really running around. Although putting those crates of grapan in the cellar got me a bit tired today. Criani travelled far to get those expensive bottles of root liquor from the hobbits. How about you? Are you okay tonight?"Boromir asks.

*Looks at thoes in the room and pulls out a gold coin and begins to spin it on the table* Bored but alive.

"It will pick up eventually. This is a lively town with much to do. Where do you come from if I may ask?"Boromir asks.

No where important. *Puts the coin away and sighs looking up at him with her soft purple eyes* You?

"Oh me? I am not that interesting. I am born here in Sinatorium and the son of the town's armor smith. My father is upset with me for not starting a apprenticeship at his establishment. Luckily Criani gives me a room, food and a good pay. I rather meet adventurers and hear how their adventures then sit in a armory hitting a sword with a hammer,"Boromir says as he puts another mug of brew on the table and taking the empty mug.

That was good of her. Dont let your families wants wishes get to you. you are your own person lad. *gives him a sweet smile*

*stands with a yawn and steps outside to get some air*

*Rathil comes strolling into the inn followed closely by the cloaked man he was with earlier. There is something refreshed about the cloaked man and he seems a tad more upbeat then he has the last few nights. He sits at the bar, still not really talking to anyone but not out right insulting anyone either.*

Good evening Boromir, Rathil says, How is buisness tonight?

*Rathil looks around and takes a seat next to the cloaked man seeing as there are no other customers here. He simply sits and waits. Neither of the two men look like they are remotely interested in striking up a conversation*

*Alatariel enters the inn*

*stands in the doorway and surveys the room*

*looks for familiar faces*

*All she seems to see right now is the tall charming elf Rathil sitting next to the cloaked human at the bar.*

*Rathil turns around and as she enters*

Good evening my dear. can I get you something to drink?

*walks over to the bar*

Hello. Yes I would love a drink right now.

*Rathil stands up and walks behind the bar to get her a glass of elvin wine*

The cloaked man watches her move up to the bar. He gives her a slight nod as she walks up but doesn't say anything.

*Rathil walks back around with a glass of wine for the lady and a brew which he sets in front of the man in the cloak.*

Two dark figures enter the Inn, the first, most of you recognize, it is Barbus, the other, a human, standing just as tall as barbus, dark in complexion, very muscular, long black dreadlocked hair, and a gold hoop through his nose. He wears brown leather pants, and leather shoes, carries a staff with a human skull on the end, with Emeralds where the eyes were.


Good Evening Rathil

Good evening to you as well Barbus.

Rathil, I have a special treat for you, this is my friend Ortbar Darksbane, he is a Shamen from that small island between Iroque and Aheardplace.

He came to look at that hammer, and your back since I told him about the reaction from you trying to identify it.

Ah well he is more than welcome to the hammer. My back I fear won't help him much. That was only hurt from the table I flew into. Feeling much better now though.

Say, perhaps your friend can help me with something else though as I do owe you an explanation about earlier.

*He looks towards the Shaman*

Have you ever know of a man to foresee his own death that has no actual psychic activity or awareness? In fact about the only thing he is able to foresee is his death. Which seems rather written in stone. As if it were an unchangeable fate.

Ja mon, one may see his own undoing, only because he brings it upon his self mon. It is like he wills it, some people have a strong power of inward suggestion. Ju say ju know someone like dis?


((hard to type with an accent))