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Post by The Gambler on Jul 1, 2018 20:43:48 GMT
Tim headed up to the bedchambers to examine the area. He wanted to know how many rooms there were and whether any of them were open. If they were, he'd sneak inside and take a peek. Observation 35 There appear to be four bedrooms on the second floor and three on the third floor. The doors are all locked at the moment, the individual keys likely held by Warren or the rooms' current patrons.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 1, 2018 20:47:11 GMT
Taero does a sound similar to 'bleh' as the man does so. "You want a real game, I can teach you how to play Cyvasse. Thinking man's game, not all this dependency on luck." He claims with his air of arrogance. "I find games of chance are more true to life," Ser Zachry replied, pocketing his dice. "You'd be surprised how much of history ends up decided by the roll the dice rather than skill."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 1, 2018 22:02:36 GMT
Tim had no skill at picking locks so he was forced to give up on the bedrooms for now. Before leaving the upper floors he checked to see whether there were any windows in the hallways. Then he headed back down to the main floor.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 1, 2018 22:57:55 GMT
There were no windows in the hallways.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 2, 2018 4:36:10 GMT
Taero does a sound similar to 'bleh' as the man does so. "You want a real game, I can teach you how to play Cyvasse. Thinking man's game, not all this dependency on luck." He claims with his air of arrogance. "I find games of chance are more true to life," Ser Zachry replied, pocketing his dice. "You'd be surprised how much of history ends up decided by the roll the dice rather than skill." "I need to piss." Lucas said with a scowl, interrupting the conversation.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 2, 2018 5:52:58 GMT
"Excuse me, duty call," Dicer said with a sigh, standing and tugging the manacles towards the side entrance, forcing the outlaw to hop as the restraints around his wrists and ankles were pulled sharply. "Normally I'd just let him piss his breeches, but it's a long ride to Stone Hedge and I'd rather not spoil all the natural splendor with the stench."
The mercenary turned bounty hunter escorts his charge through the tavern's side entrance and to the outhouse by the stables. "There you are. Don't get too far now."
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 2, 2018 18:54:52 GMT
Having heard Harlan's voice in the bedchamber, Tim headed back to the main room and there he slipped into the chair vacated by the knight. He grinned at Taero.
"Did yer beat 'im?" He asked. "Why 'e 'ave that feller in chains?"
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Post by The Raven on Jul 2, 2018 19:00:23 GMT
Harlan grinned at his success, his heart rate building in anticipation. He pulled her from her seat at the bar, and lead her to his room. Using the key Warren had given him, Harlan opened the door for Gwyn and ushered her in. He walked in beind her and after pulling his purse from his pocket, he plucked out fifteen silver pieces and set them on the bed. “Why don’t you show me what I’m paying for,” he said, motioning for her to remove her cloths; a sinister grin spread across his lips. She stands slowly and turns away before carefully undressing. This is her best dress, a gift from her husband when they thought they might one day rule their own holdfast. Her form is lovely, if clearly marred by malnourishment. She sets the dress on a chair in the darkest part of the room before finally approaching her client. She doesn't speak. It hardly seems necessary. She simply approaches Harlan and surrenders her mortal body.
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Post by Taero of Myr on Jul 2, 2018 19:04:10 GMT
Taero looks at the new simpleton guest. "Can't say that I did." Taero says slowly. "Some criminal he's turning in for a reward or some such, the details of it escaped me." He said with a shrug before taking a swallow from his ale.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 2, 2018 19:18:45 GMT
Tim#s ears pricked up with interest but he knew he couldn't sound too interested if he wanted to avoid suspicion.
"Must've been afraid to let th' man outta 'is sight," he remarked. He thought of the head he'd packed in salt, ready for the time when he could claim his reward, and wished he were on his way to claiming that reward already.
"Yer ain't from 'ere, are yer? Where'd yer come from?"
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Post by Taero of Myr on Jul 2, 2018 19:33:22 GMT
“I hail from the Free City of Myr across the sea, am called Taero.” The foreign man says holding out a hand.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 2, 2018 20:18:46 GMT
"Excuse me, duty call," Dicer said with a sigh, standing and tugging the manacles towards the side entrance, forcing the outlaw to hop as the restraints around his wrists and ankles were pulled sharply. "Normally I'd just let him piss his breeches, but it's a long ride to Stone Hedge and I'd rather not spoil all the natural splendor with the stench." The mercenary turned bounty hunter escorts his charge through the tavern's side entrance and to the outhouse by the stables. "There you are. Don't get too far now." Lucas hopped after his captor, scowling all the more as the man pulled him along forcing him to bounce around in a manner he had not since he was a child. "You want me pissing at your boots or you going to let me into the outhouse?" Lucas demanded.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Jul 2, 2018 20:46:57 GMT
“I hail from the Free City of Myr across the sea, am called Taero.” The foreign man says holding out a hand. "Tim." Tim took Taero's hand. "I'm just a mason's apprentice. You're a sellsword, right?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 2, 2018 22:00:19 GMT
Lucas hopped after his captor, scowling all the more as the man pulled him along forcing him to bounce around in a manner he had not since he was a child. "You want me pissing at your boots or you going to let me into the outhouse?" Lucas demanded. His captor gave him just enough slack in the chain to reach the hole in the ground within the outhouse that served as the toilet.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 3, 2018 0:14:12 GMT
Lucas made his way into the outhouse, unlaced himself as best he could given his chains, and deliberately pissed near everywhere he could in the vicinity of the hole in the ground, hoping to worsen the experience of all the assholes in the inn when the need arose for them to relive themselves.
Once he was done doing that he left himself unlaced and hanging out and turned to face his captor. "Chains were too tight to get it back in." he told Dicer.
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