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As you disembark from the ship in order to wait for the morning tide, you realize that you'll need to spend the night somewhere. From the pier where the ship was tied you can see two inns with large number of tables in front of them. The inns were built on the opposite sides of the narrow street, so that there's a just a bit of room between the tables to allow for the passage of the people down the street. One inn has the sign painted with a black cat with arched back and the other one has the sign painted with red rooster.
"We'll be back from the temple soon. Keep an eye out for us, and pull us into whatever flea ridden inn you pick".
Ozbadin begins to walk towards the middle of town, stopping to ask for directions as he goes.
Tamar nods, "The black cat seems the better omen, it is there we shall stay Outlander. Enjoy your visit to the Heathen Temple".
Tamar begins heading toward the Inn with the rooster sign he glances at Vlad, "Coming with?"
Not being interested in visiting the temple, she begins to follow the dark elf, "I will accompany you to the inn."
She looks about for any threats to them, especially once they enter the inn.
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Not being interested in visiting the temple, she begins to follow the dark elf, "I will accompany you to the inn."
She looks about for any threats to them, especially once they enter the inn.
[dice=Perception]1d20+7
Globlob does not even make the slightest bit of effort to appear inconspicuous as he rides on Ozbadin's shoulders, cackling merrily. "Go faster! Who we goin' to see, anyway? Who dis Kuhtheedruh?" Despite his antics though, he does keep an eye or two out for any trouble that they might run into.
"Cathedral, and it's a place. A place of worship usually," Yolanda explained to the goblin as they proceeded along with Ozbadin. "Though this one is a bit of a tourist attraction, too, it would seem."
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Globlob does not even make the slightest bit of effort to appear inconspicuous as he rides on Ozbadin's shoulders, cackling merrily. "Go faster! Who we goin' to see, anyway? Who dis Kuhtheedruh?" Despite his antics though, he does keep an eye or two out for any trouble that they might run into.
[dice=Perception]1d20+6
The goblin's beady little eyes quickly catch sight of their followers and he reaches down to tug on the top of one of Ozbadin's ears a bit more roughly than is strictly necessary. He flops forward to rest his stomach against the top of the ifrit's head, mumbling under his breath. While it sounds a bit like gibberish at first, if either Ozbadin or Yolanda were to make an effort to listen, he actually seems to be speaking Common. Just very quickly and urgently.
"Dere some longshanks followin' us wit' big cloak and dey not lookin' happy. T'ree of 'em. Globlob t'ink we can take 'em, just step out into some'a dem alleys, yeh?"
Sense Motive
"Are you sure they're following us or just going the same way? Many people want to see the temple".
Sense Motive
"Globlob pretty sure, but not used to longshanks lookin' happy at me. Dey lookin' mighty mean an' scary, though!"
"Should we stop and confronts them?" she inquired of Ozbadin and Globlob. "Or continue on as if we do not notice them?"
To Tamar, "They seems rather uneasy here. Particular with the other inn across the street."
To Tamar, "They seems rather uneasy here. Particular with the other inn across the street."
"Perhaps we should seek to stay there then? I should not wish to stay where the wait staff is more interested in cowering then serving my needs Humans are slow enough in their reactions as it is".
"Well they are opposite each other, so can check out both of them before picking one."
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Eet appears as though ve have company
Ozbadin turns at the sound of Katya's voice. "Ah! I see. Have you made new friends this quickly, or were you already acquanited".
Ozbadin turns and addresses the new arrivals with a beaming smile.
"Well they are opposite each other, so can check out both of them before picking one."
Tamar shrugs, "Very well, let us pick the one which seems so loathsome to so many around us first, if it seems tolerable we can simply stay there."
"Good point. Let us take the more loathsome crowd."
She lifts Slisivati up to her hood to allow him to slither in around her neck with head sticking out of cape below her chin. Places her hand onto her scimitar's hilt, and proudly walks forward to the chosen inn.
Tamar walks in stride with Resavati.
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As you change the inns, you feel the eyes of the Cat's patrons following you all the way to the Rooster's full tables. Now that you're paying attention, you can see that all of serving wenches at the Rooster are halflings. The strange thing is that none of the patrons is rude towards them, or tries to feel them up. The patrons seem to be rowdy bunch, but the serving wenches somehow manage to project a steely-eyed look of quiet danger that is obvious even without detailed observation.
Most of the tables are full, but as you come along, four tables become available as the drunken sailors rise at the angry urging of their only slightly less drunk captain and depart towards their ship.
Tamar chooses the table closest to the door and sits down.
He looks to the wait staff, "My companions and I wish to drink, have you a fine bottle of elven wine?"
When on the surface do as the surface elves do...
Tamar grins at the human woman, "Lost your taste for the sight seeing of Cathedrals have you?"
Ozbadin shrugs as his companion for the temple trip dashes away, and continues towards the temple with his rider aboard.
Realizing the others have forgotten why they came to the inn, she speaks up with a hiss first, "We are in need of sleeping space for the night. Do you have available space for us. Could you bring me some mead and hot meaty meal."
Globlob holds tightly onto Ozbadin by wrapping one gangly arm around the front of his head, clutching to the ifrit's forehead. The other hand moves to unsling his tiny bow from around himself in preparation for the fight to come. Despite the potentially grim circumstances, a broad grin splits his lips. Maybe he will get to kill some longshanks today.
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Tamar chooses the table closest to the door and sits down.
He looks to the wait staff, "My companions and I wish to drink, have you a fine bottle of elven wine?"
When on the surface do as the surface elves do...
Halfling wench seems taken aback for some reason. Why! A black elf! There's a thing you don't see everyday! Well, I'm sorry my fine... er... elf... but we don't have any wine made by elves. Everything here is plain ol' halfling food and drink, none of that fancy stuff! Elven ale indeed! You'll be asking for a dwarven bear next, right?
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Realizing the others have forgotten why they came to the inn, she speaks up with a hiss first, "We are in need of sleeping space for the night. Do you have available space for us. Could you bring me some mead and hot meaty meal."
"Err... you are a strange one. But I can bring you food and drink. About the beds, though, you'll need to speak with my father", replies the halfling girl with a sunny smile on her face.