C.A.R.P.S.

*Arthur enters the inn at a brisk walk and goes directly to his room. After a couple of minutes of crashing and thumping sounds he reamerges with a pack that looks to be fairly full stapped to his back and is wearing his armor under his squires tabbard.*

"I need to speak to Kane and Nyrhtak as soon as possible, hopefully within the next five minutes or so."

*He tosses his pack onto a bench and sits beside it, pulls a thick book from it titled "The Family Silverthorn" and begins reading.*

Daniel looks up from his book he is reading.. 1001 forms of rat...

Hmm now that look much more interesting than.. well this.

*Watches the commotion on her way out, raises an eyebrow, and then continues her way out of the Inn.*

*Nyrhtak crawls out from underneath the table, and looks to and fro*

Psst. She's gone? Ok, yeah, don't see her.

*moves his head from side to side*

Hey Arthur, what's going on? Good news I hope?

*Nyrhtak looks very edgy*

Daniel looks down at Nyr over the lip of his book...

"really it can't be that bad" *then he glanses at the blade, "well I have been wrong on occasion. Say did I ever tell you about the time I decided to go into a dark elf cave... *rambles on into a long tale of caving, until he notices no one is really listening to him.. then goes back to reading...

*Arthur suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings and lifts his eyes from his book. He leans down and begins to whisper to Nyrhtak. After a couple of moments he nods and stands. Stuffing the book back into his pack he nods to everyone and walks out of the inn.*

*nilbog looks up from a book with no title whatsoever*

Hey you're that guy aren't you?

No... wait.... he was shorter... and lots more dashing.

I dunno all you humans looks mostly alike.

Anyways, last moon I was here in the inn havbing a discussion with Bombar about his business venture down in Port's End. He's opening a new bar there. We were discussing what kind of drinks he would serve there and I had come up with thte suggestion of well, Port's End is full of sailors, sailors get scurvy, everyone knows oranges help ward off the scurvy, so why not make a drink out of oranges.

He was contemplating this for a bit, and didn't quite answer me righjt away, so I pulled out some sassafras and started sucking on it. Now sassafras is this herb that grows underground, well not all of it's underground, just the roots and stuff, and it's not realluy an herb, more of a tree that you can take the rootbark from and suck on, but anyways.....

hmmmm....... Sure could go for some sassafras right now....

But anyways then this guy barges in, and he looked a lot like you, but not quite. And then this ohter guy comes in as well, this elven guy y'know tyhe backstabbing friend deserting smarmy looking type. Rooks.

And the human said something that obvoiusly mujst have made rooks mad because Rooks brought out this sword and stabbed the guy. In the gut. I didn't think Rooks was the type to go stabbin people, figured he was more likely to blow them up with his wavey handy hokken-doo-da powers than to stab a guy. But he did. And it looked like it hurt too cause this human was bleeding all over the place.

And then things started to get wierd. I Just barely managed to dive for cover as palpable waves of glowing doom began to eminate from this poor lad. This was the type of stuff I expect Rooks to pull on some body who made him mad. The guy was all standing there, bleeding out from the sword that was through his gut, immobilized as Rooks made waves of gloweyness flow out of him. I was sure that at the end of it he would explode into bits no bigger than my little finger, and that we'd never get the smell out of the bar, but that didn't happen.

At least I don't think it did. Yoiu see in my rush of self preservation and diving for the nearest peice of sturdy furniture to get between me and a crazy stabbin mage, I ferghot my drink. So I never really did see how it ended for the lad, because my drink was on my mind at the moment.

And the funny thing is I don't thing anybody brought Rooks up on charges. Maybe I should join the Mages guild so I can get away with stabbin people and realing palpable waves of doom from them, and nobody will get me arrested because they'll be too scared of my hookem-do-Dah might.

Yeah...

What were we talking about again??

*looking out of his room*

What do you need arthur?

*Arthur re-enters the inn after keeping the door open with his foot.*

"Yes Nilbog, that was me, and as you can see I am fine. I asked Rooks to do that... Don't ask. KANE!!! Get out here with your things! We have to get going!"

i am ready to go .

ah ha

so the human confesses to his crimes of magery like actiuvity.

well boy next time you choose to makey withthe hookem-doo-dah in public, at least warn us decent folk so we can avert our eyes from the palpable waves of dooom eminating from your midrift.

have some decentcy

sheesh. youngsters these days

*Arthur glances at Nilbog.*

I will try to warn all of you next time. As for now, I must be going.

*Arthur exits the inn.*