Black campaign (Inactive)

Game Master DEWN MOU'TAIN

Sitting down at the table in the corner of the common room, Naomi waives at the waitress as Hellig explains the sleeping situation. Not surprised the rough and tumble dwarf could sleep anywhere, Naomi turns to Priscilla, "Call me old fashioned, but I'd prefer split the rooms male and female." Reaching down and patting Thistle on the head, she adds, smiling. "If we have Thistle sleep in front of the door there would be no need for any other 'anti-intrusion methods."

"Male and female work. It is not great that they are separated, but I am not sure why anyone would attack us here anyway." Ceirn says with a shrug as he looks to find someone to bring him some food and drink.

" Attack!!! Maybe, theft possibly. None to careful." She says as she smiles devilishly.

" Trust me, local talent may look at an inn or tavern and try a two story job. Windows are rarely secured. Just being throughough. My uncle told me always prepare for what you are capable of doing. Helps keep the skills sharp." She says as she eats and drinks.

"If the doors open in, and they should, we'll just have Aggghhh sleep in front of the door. That should keep intruders out." Hellig says, in between bites of food.

as you sit and discuss sleeping arrangements, a human man approaches the table. Short of stature, yet knife edge slim. Tendons and thin muscles stick out near obscenely under his skin, on his exposed arms, neck. even the skin on his face seems to have been press formed around the musculature found on the skull. He wears pants and a loose shirt; upon his hips he wears a belt with numerous pouches large and small.
Hello there. I am Nohn. did someone request a healer?

Seeing the healer, Naomi turns to Hellig and asks, "Where did you put the survivor?"

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