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Tauk nods at the newcomer and watches him walk over to the table.

Theandra slides her chair back and stands as the man approaches. She listen to his introduction and awaits the dark cloaked woman's response.


Theandra turns her chair around and props her elbows on the back. She leans her chin on her palms. She listens intently at the conversation about the young man. "So what about plans?"


Emilia wrote:
"The handsome man sitting by the table next to me, did you happen to notice him when you joined me? If so, can you tell me his name?"

Theandra motions to the others. "They may be able to answer that question better than I. It seemed they knew him earlier." She continues. "So what's the plan?" She appears anxious to hear what you all plan to do.

Sense Motive DC 10:

No evil intent. She obviously misses adventure.

Garvid:

You know the location of one, but you do not remember the name or its reputation. Feel free to leave now and we can RP it out while the group chats with EM about the plan. I am hoping to add the sorcerer during this time.

I hope to get to the butcher shop over the next day or two.


The group follows Garvid back up to the common room. When they enter, they see Theandra wave them over. Sitting at the table with the red headed inn owner is your very own companion, Emilia.


Em @ Three Rings:

Theandra smiles, "Very nice to meet you. Your group is downstairs." The group comes out from a door near the bar. "There they are now." She turns to wave them over to your table. As she does, the young man who motioned for Em earlier skips out the front door.


Em @ Three Rings:

A graceful lady walks out of the door behind the bar with shoulder length, auburn colored hair. She is dressed in a black leather outfit including tight pants and a jacket. She is exceptionally attractive, but has an air of dignity and experience. You would guess she is in her early thirties. She walks straight up to your table and draws up a chair to sit. She leans back and crosses her legs. You notice she is missing a couple of fingers on one hand. "Welcome to the Three Rings Inn. I am Theandra. I was told you were looking for me? I am guessing you are with the group downstairs?" She smiles and awaits a response.


Three Rings Hideout:

Mouse wrote:
"I ain't sure; they said they had other things t'take care of 'fore they came, but I ain't expected 'em to be quite this late. Both knew the way, I think... "
Garvid wrote:
"I wouldn't worry too much about them. Family issues take time, and they're both pretty tough. Don't tell them I said that."

Theandra nods at the group's response. "I will head upstairs and keep an eye out for them. Please let me know if you require anything." She starts to head to the stairs when she hears Mouse reading. "Why yes...they are maps. You are not the first group to use this place as a strategic base." She laughs a bit. "Keep me updated on your plans." There is a note of excitement in her voice at the thought of being a part of something this important to the Queen.

As you continue your conversation, she leaves.


Three Rings Inn:

Taletha heads back to Teron's table with a bowl of food and a mug of ale. When she sets the food and drink on the table, Teron reaches out and touches the back of Taletha's hand just before she is able to draw it away. They pause in this position for a moment as Teron puts on a dashing smile and says something you are unable to hear. Taletha blushes and twirls her hair with her other hand. He cuts his eyes back in Maretha, obviously trying to draw a reaction. He reaches into his coin purse and slides the barmaid a coin. Eventually Taletha walks away and Teron lifts his mug. Silvio and Mouse catch him laughing a bit before taking a drink.

Almost simultaneously, a graceful lady walks from out of the door behind the bar with shoulder length, auburn colored hair. She is dressed in a black leather outfit including tight pants and a jacket. She is exceptionally attractive, but has an air of dignity and experience. You would guess she is in her early thirties. She walks straight up to your table and draws up a chair to sit. She leans back and crosses her legs. The more perceptive members of the group notice she is missing a couple of fingers on one hand. "Welcome to the Three Rings Inn. I am Theandra. I gather you have had an eventful few days?"