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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 18:52:37 GMT
You may...
*Stares at the floor not meeting her gaze*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 18:59:28 GMT
*Waves Butterbur over to order a drink. Smiles at her friends and leans back*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 1, 2002 19:00:09 GMT
"greetings Rhiannon" aulus sayd trow a thick cloud of smook
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 1, 2002 19:01:15 GMT
*When Butterbar comes over he buts in and orders another beer for himself.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 19:01:35 GMT
*Nods* And greetings to you, Wanderer ;D
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Elessar
Pizgal (Corporal)
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Post by Elessar on Dec 1, 2002 23:02:13 GMT
A stranger enters the Prancing Pony wearing a long, black weatherbeaten cloak. The hood is pulled up, casting a shadow across his face. He regards the other customers in the Inn before making his way over to a table in the far corner, lit with a solitary candle. He sits down and begins to smoke his pipe. |
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 23:25:48 GMT
*Takes a quick look at the newcomer. He seems to want to be left alone, so she turns back to her friends.*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 2, 2002 5:30:50 GMT
*Imrel comes over to the table with the other three a few moments later, carrying Witchy's second ale as well as her won drink.*
Here you are, Witchy. Go easy this time, though...
*Smiling devilishly, she slides into the seat between Rhia and WK. She lets her gaze wander to where the hooded man sits alone in his corner. He seems in someway familiar, though Imrel isn't sure why. Looks to Rhia.*
That man in the corner... Have you seen him here before?
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 2, 2002 8:17:43 GMT
*Takes the drink from Imrel and frowns. He is about to yell that a ranger has no business telling him what to do but refrains, not wanting to be reminded of the whole sorry episode in the Brandywine.*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 2, 2002 8:55:33 GMT
aulus looks trow his clouds of smoke he than stands up and walks over to the newcomer "greetings to you." he made a small bow and tried to see the ellesars face he wanted to ask something but thought better of it. he stood straight again and walked back to his own table.
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 2, 2002 15:28:35 GMT
*Shrugs at Imrel's Question* I'm not sure.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 3, 2002 3:45:28 GMT
I will be back in a moment...
*Imrel deposits her half drunk chocolate on the table, stands up and walks over to the table where Elassar is seated. She extends her hand, giving a cautious smile.*
Good morning... I don't believe you're one of the locals. May I ask your name?
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Elessar
Pizgal (Corporal)
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Post by Elessar on Dec 3, 2002 21:49:21 GMT
He is aware that a group of folk sat at a nearby table are talking about him, but he is accustomed to it, the arrival of a stranger in a new town always provokes talk amongst the locals. He takes his pipe out of his mouth as two of them approach him. He eyes them warily, nodding first to the man and then shaking the hand of the girl.
"Good morning"
He speaks slowly, his face still obscured by the hood, the flicker of the candle's flame reflected in his eyes.
"You are correct. I am not a local. I was travelling through Bree and thought I'd stop for a drink whilst my horse is being shod."
Fixes one eye on the girl.
"Sorry, I didn't catch your name" |
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Post by Zulu on Dec 3, 2002 21:49:30 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo moves through the door a gust of wind following her, she rubs her hands together shivering, slipping her cloak off moves to the bar ordering a glass of wine retires to a corner with a well worn leather bound book, looking up breifly, a small smirk playing across her lips as her eyes fall on WK, she sighs and looks out the window into the night and falling snow::[/glow]
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Post by The Witch King on Dec 3, 2002 22:18:10 GMT
*Scowls at Lo and sups his beer.*
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