The inn door swings open. In walks a cowled man, short and slight of build. From his shoulders hang what looks like the top-half of a robe - tailored short, falling to mid-stomach, and tied close to his body by leather straps. Under the robe is tight-fitting, dark colored garb.

The man walks to the bar to sit. You hear him murmur something to the bartender, who then pours the stranger a glass of water.

After sipping from the glass, the stranger removes his cowl and begins unstrapping his robes. His face is still turned towards the bartender as he nods to Aezi. "It seems someone has stolen your clothes, miss. Please, take my robes until you can find a tailor." The stranger folds the strangely tailored robe and offers it to Aezi...

it seems that the owner of the tavern has emerged from the kitchen. zero gazes upon her and notice that she looks strangely familiar. unsure as to why, she brushes this aside and takes another pull from the mug. this goblin ale is bitter, but tasty. perhaps she will drink more often...

HMMM typical Scomail thinks," Meladi it ish moore of wat I could do fur yo" He continues" I am seeking some things and would be overing me servises to yorselve

"What services do you offer dark elf? The last time a met a dark elf was ages ago. Your kind is known to be almost extinct after the demon wars. Consider yourself lucky to mix well with the surface dwellers," the warrior replies.

Storyteller note: Please add 100 experience points for making it safely into the Green Dragon's Inn. It should look like this 100/500 under experience points.

Tru enuv meladi I make me way as I can in thiz woorld My swourd and lute are yorz do do with as yo see vit

"Sure big boy.." She smiles coyly....

With an unaccustomed pressure..it is swiftly apparent that a sharpened hair stake is nested wit the the business part ready to pin the penis to the bladder of this wild haired drow kin........"Now you can buy me a drink tough guy...Or I will earn it" With a quick flash of her tongue..she turns to the man offering his robe.

"My names Criani Peracien by the way," as she grabs the dark elfs hand and shakes it. "I guess I could have someone watch over Boromir while I am gone. He is but the son of a armorsmith who has no skills in the arts of combat. I do worry when he is alone and I out hunting. For a 2 gold pieces a day and room you can watch my tavern. If you like to entertain so be it, but no blood unless absolute necessary," she warns.

"So what do you say. Do you take the offer?" she asks looking at Boromir who looks perplexed back at Criani.

Miladi, I take no ovvense to yo ur yor kind.Iv yor patrons woold not mint me in their midtz, I woold gladly enturtain and look after tingz

Scomail turns to Anzi and offers her a cup of gnome mead, "Me appolagize little mizz"

"Then so be it," Criani replies before pouring a mug of dwarven meade and handing it over to the dark elf. "Drink up as the night will be long," she says before pouring another and sliding it down towards the minotaur sitting on the other side of the bar. "She knows Minotaurs love their drinks potent and strong.

(Storyteller note - Please add 2 gold pieces to your character sheet under "Gold" each day. thank you)

"Don't forget to add 100 experience points for surviving the atrocities the town is suffering. It should look like this 100/500 next to experience points. Thanks.

"Thanks"....Immedieately she begins to tuck and fold the fine cloth to form a back pack with hair spikes to stake it. She soon takes the remainder of the fine robe and strips and shreds it to begin weaving silken rope. "I hope you don't mind sir..." She bequeaths the quiet spirit..

Using teeth, toes and knowledge...Aezi begins weaving a rope ...this rope can save lives...this rope will take lives......Within minutes the robe is gone...and a beautiful rope lays in it's place.

Aezi glances up and says "Thank you...I owe you"...Then looks toward the bar keep. "Hey Buddy!...Get your ass over here...I gotta talk to you"

a drink is slid before her... "i dont usually drink" she replies. "but thank you." she raises her second glass and downs it completely and instead of shattering this glass, she hands it to the barkeep. "do you really trust this shady character to look after your bar?" she asks the keep, while taking a sip if her newly poured ale.

The halfling takes the robe from the stranger. The stranger replaces his cowl about his face and returns to his drink. "So, Halfling, are you who is responsible for the flaming orcs who just ran from the inn?"

Boromir laughs as he goes to the 3 feet hobbit. He knows they are a fun folk, yet never met such a pretty little thing in his life.

"I once had a comrade that helped me on a campaign many cyclones ago. If it wasn't for him I may not have opened my tavern a few eras ago. Barbus the dark elf assassin. Although his heart is as black as any foul stench from the underground, his logic is what kept him reasonable to keep us alive. Dark Elves are a misunderstood race noble Minotaur as it is the same for your race. I am sure many in town stare at your pressence. Do they not?" the warrior asks.

swift and silent a figure slides through the door, intent on ozing into the darkest corner unseen, makes it half way and stops dead in his tracks. One of his kind are among the people here. Here talking to those not of his kin? strange magic is afoot. Strange indeed. With but the smallest pause in movement the shadow makes his corner and waits. "A stutter is all it takes" he thinks "I must have been seen".

to the barkeep "absolutely, but i do not sing songs of poison, nor do i sheild my faec from the rest of the world."
i respond. zero does not trust those easily, rather, she believes in the strength of the individual. "just be careful, it is unwise to place trust in the first one to walk through the door."

The stranger's jaw drops as the Halfling weaves his traveling robe into a rope. Obviously, the cowled stranger had been expecting his robe back in the future. However, he shrugs and smiles to himself as his tips the glass of water to his lips.