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Post by Imrel on Mar 10, 2003 21:50:57 GMT
*Comes out of the kitchen with soapy hands.*
Did you forget my name, Highness?
*Goes to the table and starts to stack the used dishes.*
Anything else or will that do you?
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 10, 2003 21:55:08 GMT
Another bottle of Mordor red to wash that down.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 11, 2003 0:46:14 GMT
Yessir...
*Makes another trip to the kitchens with the plates then fetches a second bottle from the bar (making sure to dry off her hands first so nothing gets dropped, lol). Trots back to Witchy and hands him the bottle.*
Thirsty, huh?
*Sits down on one of the emtpy chairs for a brief rest.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Mar 11, 2003 16:25:38 GMT
aulus pulled his hood over his face and took out an old book and started to read blowing large smoke rings into the air.
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Post by Túrin The Dark on Mar 20, 2003 14:27:01 GMT
Turin walked along the worn road of Bree that lead to the Inn of the Prancing Pony. He loomed in through the door of to the Inn. Inside Turin was greeted by sound of singing and the smell of delicious food cooking. Turin
walked over to a table near the warm fire, the nights in Bree kept getting colder, though the days were still plenty warm. In the inn were gathered an odd looking group. There were an assortment of hobbits, Big Folk, and even the occasional elf or dwarf.
"An ale, please." He said and whaited.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 27, 2003 3:17:32 GMT
*Fob, the young hobbit who has arrived, late as usual, for her waitressing shift, comes by the stranger in time to hear his request. Currently bearing a tray of drinks for a rowdy group of Numenorean travelers, as well as trying to tie the strings of her loose apron, calls over to Imrel where she sits a few tables from the fireplace.*
Im, an ale for this fellow. I would, but my hands are full...
*She stumbles, barely managing to keep the drinks balanced, and shuffles on to the appropriate table, her apron now slipping down past her waist.*
*Imrel gets wearily to her feet and strides to the bar to fill the order. A few minutes later, she is at Turin's table, placing a fizzing, foaming tankard of Bree's special ale before him.*
One ale.
*Tilts her head in the usual curiosity.*
I haven't seen you here before... Around the town, that is. Would you just be traveling through these parts?
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Post by Túrin The Dark on Mar 28, 2003 15:34:25 GMT
"Thanks. I'm a ranger and has lately been hunting trolls in the north lands of Ettenmoors. I've just arived after a long ride from Nathva Rhaglaw." Turin said and took a sipp of he's ale.
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Post by Imrel on Mar 29, 2003 5:14:31 GMT
Ah. Always a pleasure to meet a fellow Ranger.
*Holds out her hand.*
I'm Imrel, by the way.
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Post by Rhiannon on Apr 1, 2003 13:54:39 GMT
*Has also heard the newcomer's last sentence* And I'm Rhiannon, a ranger, too.
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Post by Túrin The Dark on Apr 1, 2003 18:16:21 GMT
'A pleasure to meet you too! I'm Turin.' Turin says and shokes Imrel's hand. Then he turned around to Rhiannon. 'Glad to meet you Rhiannon as you maybe heard I'm Turin.' Turin said and shoke Rhiannon's hand.
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Post by Grubhosh on Apr 1, 2003 20:56:00 GMT
Grubby sits up and rubs her eyes. She hadn't ment to fall asleep but a good meal and a warm fire can have that effect on an Orc. She looks bleary eyed at Legolas and then over at the new commer.
'ere you say you've come from the north, you didn't see any orcs up thataway did you?
she asks almost hopefully, maybe he'd heard some tidings from her old tribe. She smiles in what she thought was a friendly way showing off a mouthfully of sharp little teeth.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Apr 3, 2003 19:22:09 GMT
aulus looked at the newcomer but chose to ignore the outside world again
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Post by Balin on Apr 4, 2003 20:30:08 GMT
Balin enters...
I know I have not been here that much and don't know how much i will bee here in the future. but I'm here now. To rest and eat..
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Post by Imrel on Apr 5, 2003 0:37:39 GMT
*Looks up excitedly as a familiar voice comes from the door.*
Would you excuse me, Turin...
*Dodging past ambling customers, Im reaches Balin, a wide grin on her face.*
Balin, it's so good to see you back here!
*Claps him heartily on the shoulder.*
What've you been up to?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Apr 5, 2003 2:40:34 GMT
Legolas smiles down at Grubby, who had fallen asleep only a few hours earlier. He adjusted his tunic which he had draped over her, his cloak rolled into a pillow under her head.
He does not interrupt her but watches silently.
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