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I'd be more than happy to play. Let me know if thats OK, or if you have players from the alt list you want give the opportunity.

Nice roll Johan, I am assuming this is more of leading-him-on tactic. I don't normally like the out-of-sequence stuff, but I thought people could get a good intro in to Asko and Co without being out of place due to posting availability and such, should anything else occur.

'I'm sorry,' Asko says, 'I didn't get your names.' He smiles, tipping his tankard at Johan as a way of thanks.

Assuming you introduce yourselves, take a post to do so, and assume it's sort of an out-of-time sequence if necessary.

Camlon is looking down into in his mug, but you notice he is keeping an eye on Petus. Petus, for his part, is fuming, and if his glare could manifest itself, Johan would be a dead man. His knuckles are a stark white where his hands grip the table.

*cheers*

To Rath:

Thanks

Everyone:

He looks at you strangely, and says, 'Well first let me introduce our grand party. I am Asko, I am a practitioner of the Arcane Arts. This grim fellow in the latest running-through-the-briars-and-thickets fashion is Camlon. And our intrepid muscle here is Petus.'

'As far as the festival, do you mean the Festival of the Orb? The gnomish festival? It isn't over friend, it starts in two days.' He sits back in his chair, putting his feet up on the table.

'Should be plenty of work around here, loads of fat merchants heading that way, I should think. Sounds like we may be competitors of a sort. We too, are looking for work. We've been asking ar...' He is cut short by Petus, who interrupts with 'I thought we was looking for the...<thump>...OW!' Petus exclaims, pulling his hand off of the table to rub his knee. Asko and Camlon look at him with some irritation, as Camlon growls 'Shut yer mouth, Petus'

Asko continues, 'As I was saying, we have been enquiring as to available employment. I would think there may be plenty to go around. You noticed the tents? Not a room available. Many people means lots of business for our kind.' Best of luck to all of us!' he says, raising his glass and taking a deep drink.

Excellent, thank you for being so willing to try it out.

Expect an appearance from my new co-GM very soon ;)

Seems the boards lost my reply to this from this morning...but I'll repeat it:

Thanks much for the opportunity! Looking forward to it, and any feedback is appreciated.

The man inclines his head ever so slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. 'As you wish, "friend",' he says with a grin, 'but the whole town was discussing it. In fact, ones as well-travelled as yourselves could not possibly have missed the change in demeanor of the locals at the Stoop? No? Surely you know that news travels quickly in small towns, bad news quicker.'

The other two at the table are observing you with some amusement. One, dressed in well-worn clothing of dark browns and greens, with a slight grin. The other, clearly a man of the sword, laughs at loud at his partner's jest.

'Still,' the man continues, 'I don't wish to elaborate on what is obviously an unhappy event. Please tell your friends to join us. What brings you to Redmoss?'

'I wouldn't say we've met,' says the eldest of the three, a man of indeterminate age, 'but I do remember you as being there, yes. Oh and...have a seat,' he adds with a wry grin.

'I see that you and your companions managed to avoid any...unpleasantness...in Chendir?'