The BarMaid's page

Several tall mugs of ale are dropped onto the table. Enjoy yourselves! While you can.

The Blessed Cup

The ubiquitous barmaid slides a mug of ale in front of Lian. Yer lady friend headed off to the docks. I heard her state she was looking for passage to the Alliance.

The blessed Cup

I'm Kaija. I'm off shift soon, if you'd like some... company. Her attempt at a seductive wink looks like she's about to rip your throat out.

You can go the easy route and just make a roll, or actually try your hand at writing up a group introduction. I reward extra effort. And it will help your die roll.

In the Blessed Cup

A mug of ale slops onto the table at loc's elbow, miraculously, none of the ale sloshed out. If'n you be writing a letter of introduction, gaining the patronage of Master Validk would be, adv- adat, good for you. She looks over loc's shoulder at the document, pressing her own advantages against his arm as she reaches a scarred hand over and points a claw tipped finger at one word, you spelled that one wrong.

at the Blessed Cup

You must be thinking of my cousin. She winks, which comes across as a snarl as her lip curls up over a fang.

The Barmaid laughs, getting off Absalom is the easy part. It's getting back to Absalom that is difficult. For the right coin, most captain's will happily drop you off near the shore of your choice. For a few places you'll need to arrange a travel visa to leave the docks.

She finishes wiping a mug and sets it on the counter, the ISA is especially wary of visitors. Cheliax has no issue with forced conscription for offenses, the list of which seems to grow with each passing season.

She winks at the stable boy at what can only be considered a very scary attempt at flirtation.

We all have secrets. Most consider it rude and uncivilized to inquire of the secrets of another. Maybe you spend too much time with the dead?

The barmaid slides a small glass in front of Loc with fog rolling off the bubbling green liquid in it. Something I think will be more to your liking.

Inside the tavern

The barmaid shrugs and snarls at the goblin's request for the date.

Another pitcher of ale is dropped on the counter in front of Matsuoko, that'll be 5 silver. The voice sounded strained, the barmaid's attempt at a smile was painful to look at. What about you? she asks of the kitsune.