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Post by King Sombra on Feb 20, 2015 20:47:07 GMT -7
The only inn that resides near inside the small town. It doesn't cost much, and for good reason. A good place to get drunk, sleep, and find work  |
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Post by Fendrel on Feb 28, 2015 20:14:17 GMT -7
[Enter Fendrel]
The young Fendrel Letholdus knew it wouldn't be long before his grandfather came looking for him. It was a long journey to the Crystal Palace from Stoneville, he thought it wise to stop for supplies before he went on his way. The Grindstone was a less than ideal establishment, though it would be the last place William would search for him until he left town.
Fendrel couldn't help but think back on the hurt face of William when he said he was leaving. Fen couldn't explain his plan to him, not without William getting involved. Shaking his head, the young renegade hardened his heart; if he was going to find Geoffery, he had to do this.
Entering the tavern, the young man pulls back his hood. He would be wearing a rather ratty fur coat of cheap make.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 1, 2015 4:43:47 GMT -7
The inn was full of sell-swords and peasants. The Grindstone Inn was one of the only decent inns outside The Crystal Empire, so it was often packed. It had a warm hearth in the center of the room, with longtables, stools, and food.
A man in dented & rusted steelplate armor gave Fendrel the stink-eye, though he quickly lost interest and brought his attention back to his mead.
Behind the main bar in the back stood the Hostess of the Inn; Jenien Grindstone. She was old, wretched, and tired. Behind her was a rack of room-keys.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 8:40:52 GMT -7
Fendrel was clearly the youngest man in the room, and as such he wished to leave as quickly as possible. He noticed the armored man shoot him a look, and as much as he tried, Fendrel couldn't help but shoot a look back. That was probably a stupid move, but it was too late to take back now. He approaches the counter and rests his elbows on the rough, splinter prone wood. Clearing his throat, he tries to get the attention of the woman behind the counter.
"Excuse me miss... I'm about to hit the road, and I have a long journey ahead of me. I need food, preferably food that doesn't rot; at least for a while."
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 9:25:12 GMT -7
(This'll be the official Crystal Empire NPC ^^ Sorry for the confusion, if there is any!)
The woman looked at him and grimaced. She walked over to the bar and leaned on it; getting a better look at him.
"We got horse jerky and stale bread. Cryts up first. Pay extra'n you can buy a horse off little old me if ya want." She offers, giving a toothless-grin and a sour old chuckle.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 9:46:38 GMT -7
(Alright then. )
The younger man wanted to wince, but kept his gesture to himself. A horse didn't sound like a bad idea, but the Cryts he stole from the guards would only go so far.
"How much for a weeks supply of jerky, and that horse? Oh, and I'd need some oats for the horse as well. "
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 9:50:03 GMT -7
A wicked smile grew on the old woman's face as he listed off the things he'd like to pay for. She took a moment to dust off her warn dress and looked around for a moment to calculate all those numbers.
"A weeks worth of Jerky... I'd say 30 Cryts for that -- a weeks worth of oats would be 10, and the horse would be 80. You do those numberings, my mind's too warn for all that trouble." She states before batting a hand at him.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 9:58:10 GMT -7
Fen was more than tempted to calculate a lower price than it was, but there were a lot of scary looking men with swords and axes. The last thing he wanted was to get into trouble before he even left Stoneville.
"One hundred and twenty cryts it is then.." Fendrel sighed in relief. He had stolen two hundred from some pompous guard captain... He didn't look like he needed the Cryts.
Fendrel tosses a bag filled with coins on the countertop.
"Here's one-thirty. Consider it a tip. " he wanted to get in good with this woman I case someone, namely his grandfather, came in and asked questions.
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 10:13:58 GMT -7
She was about to raise the price up ten coins, seeing as he was so relieved -- however since he tipped it to her already, she let it go and walked over to the door behind her, bringing the bits with her, of course.
"Ey kid." A strong, masculine voice addressed Fendrel.
The man in dented steel-plate armor from earlier now stood behind Fendrel, with his arms crossed. He was just a few inches taller than Fendrel, and had a smug smirk on his face. Slung across his back was a well used Great-axe.
"You goin' somewhere?" He asked simply, with some sort of intention fueling this sudden interest.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 10:22:15 GMT -7
The hairs on the back of Fen's neck stood on end at the sound of the sudden masculine voice behind him. Turning around to face him, the shorter man crossed his arms as well and leaned against the bar. He had to look up to meet his gaze, though he didn't show any outward signs of intimidation.
"You could say that, yeah..."
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 10:33:01 GMT -7
"Where?" The man grunts out, looking somewhat calm.
He didn't seem intimidated at all by the younger male. The others in The Grindstone glanced at the two now and then, but nobody really cared. He looked like a foreigner too The Crystal Empire; not a single crystal was on him or in his armor.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 13:20:18 GMT -7
Fendrel kept his expression blank, not wanting to reveal anything about himself or where he was going. The man was big, and by the looks of him he wasn't very stealthy. Besides, Fen never trusted mercenaries; this guy would only be a hindrance if he wanted to get hired.
"No offence, but I'd rather keep that to myself. You understand."
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 13:45:13 GMT -7
His face twitches with rage, and he huffs out some air, feeling disrespected nonetheless.
"You'll get torn apart out here." He warns in a stern voice, before smirking.
"Maybe I'll be there to help -- them." He finishes his sassy threat before going back to his spot, feeling victorious.
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Post by Fendrel on Mar 1, 2015 14:26:53 GMT -7
He didn't say anything back; he didn't want to aggravate him any more than he already had. Instead, he shuts his trap, minds his own business and awaits the ladies return so he could get on his way.
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Post by npc2 on Mar 1, 2015 18:32:20 GMT -7
The old woman came back shortly after, carrying two large bags; one in each hand.
She set them down with an "Oof." and batted a dismissive hand at Fendrel. "You can take the pale Mare. A special Cryt's inside that bag there. Show it to the stable boy." she tells him quickly, obviously wanting him to leave.
She turns her back to him and walks to her seat. "Oh -- and have a nice day." She says with the littlest bit of empathy.
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