The dwarf woman responds to Sharla when she asks for rooms.
"Still alive and kicking, eh? Well, 4 silver for your rooms back. You'll be wanting the same ones?"
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"It's the same everytime with you newcomers! If yer wantin' more than yer complimentary gruel, then go across the street to The Cup!", the mistress of The Sundown Inn complains.
"They can be wherever you'd like, we're mostly empty." Reagoria answers, and gives you keys to a couple of rooms.
Anders heads to the town center to obtain rooms. He has a moment of confusion as he remembers that there is an inn distinct from the tavern, the place ran by the dwarvern woman men at the gravesite, and heads that way. Reagoria greats him as he enters. "Aye friend, still alive I see. I heard you went to the temple after we met, figured that would be the last we'd see of you." She appears slightly encouraged that this was clearly not true.
"I've got rooms, aye." she says, nodding. "I could do two 'n two, or there 'n one... Four could fit in one but that'd be cozy and not includin' a full compliment of beds... My rooms already ain't much, I don't recommend that one." "It's a silver per person, per night, and I'll feed you a light gruel come mornin'. If yer wantin' more than that and can stomach it, head over to The Cup, they serve the fillin' meals. I just get ye through the nights."
"Nonsense" the dwarf replies, kindly. "It's my turn an' I'll be finishin' it." She faces the group once again. "Well if you'll give rites, we'll appreciate it once this hole is dug. Our priest is more interested in writin' letters than tendin' the dead." She walks back to the hole and resumes digging, talking between shoveling earth. "I run a place back up at Town. If you're new, that's probably where yer headin'. Go on in, and one of my helpers will get ye settled. Kelly, y'can show them the way, if you'd like. Morrus and I can finish up, and if your priest wants to stick around for the burryin' we can walk him up once we're done."
"Oh, shush yer rude mouth, Borth." the dwarf woman says, wiping her forehead with a forearm. She gives you a warm smile, and you see that she has three metal teeth, all next to each other on the top-right of her mouth. "Welcome, strangers. Mornin's fine, 'cept fer the somberin' circumstances that bring us out here. Get lost lookin' fer town?" She walks forward, shovel on shoulder, and reaches out to clasp hands with the disguised Sharla and anyone else who appears approachable. |