Keelan trudges down the stairs, wiping the sleep from his eyes and yawning. "Crowbeak, you should be careful where you say...Oh." He sees Bijoran and pauses for a moment, adjusting.
"So, set up a trap, huh? I like it. If we have a couple days, though, can we get some breakfast before we go? Preferably with something strong to go with it?" He looks somewhat fuzzily at Bijoran. "Sorry; I'm not at my best in the mornings..."
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Bijoran smiles and yells, "Yo, barkeep, one glass of fuzzy ginseng. Its a funny gombonation of whiskey and tea to get you on feet."
The barkeep comes over with a steaming cup of liquid, "I'lll just put it on your tab," says the barkeep.
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"The Elf is the last to be here once again..." she grumbles with no hint of suprise in her voice.
pausing for a while she adds
"however.... being rested might help us for what we are about to do....."
looking around and spotting the barkeeper she asks.
"please.. may i have some tea?"
"Name's Teveruz," replies the catfolk. "Our story is... well, I don't actually recall what happened, I was knocked out because of n altercation started with the city gaurd of the last town we were in. Milk for me, please." His final words were directed towards the barkeep
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"And somehow we've gone right round to the guard incident again,"
Ferona smiled at this as she shook her head.
She looks over behind the counter deciding on which drink she should get.
In the end she just decided,
"Bring me whatever tastes good"
Bijoran smiles and yells, "Yo, barkeep, one glass of fuzzy ginseng. Its a funny gombonation of whiskey and tea to get you on feet."
The barkeep comes over with a steaming cup of liquid, "I'lll just put it on your tab," says the barkeep.
"Thanks for that." Keelan sips the drink, tasting it; then he tosses back his head and takes a huge gulp. His whole body shudders for just a moment, and then he grins. His eyes even seem a little brighter. "Now that's a good pick-me-up."
He leans back in his chair and looks around at the others. "If we have time for proper breakfast, I'll take one of those, then we should get started. Sounds like if we're going to capture His--" Keelan coughs abruptly and winks at Bijoran "--Highness, we'll need to know that town fairly well."
Bijoran crosses his arms and says, "It'll take us two days to reach the city of Erswick, and it'll take the other bodyguards at least three to get there, with out interuptions. Once there the prince will escape to one of two places, at that point we can split up and wait."
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He grabs his sack, and puts his shield on and says, "If your all ready grab your sack and I'll meet you at the west side of town." He than leaves a handful of gold on the table and walks out the door of the inn.
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When the group leaves the edge of town, the weather permitted comfortable travel. The travelers looked back every now and again as they saw the city fade into the horizon. Time passed and morning turned into noon and noon turned into evening. When the sun was sinking into the horizon on the road they traveled they saw four people standing in the pass and were standing as if to block passers by.
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Crowbeak stops, wary of the newcomers. "Hail!" he calls to them. Helkacarch, Crowbeak's wolf ally growls lowly. Crowbeak reaches into his divine energy, ready for danger.
Persistant bless has been cast on the party (I thought I'd get time in the thread, but everyone came along.)
Crowbeak is readying an entangle if the other people attempt to attack us.
As Ferona stares at the people on the road she sees only basic shapes of a large stout one, a shorter skinny one, a person of childlike size and a taller large person.
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Crowbeak sees the four figures draw their weapons then he talks. Looking closely he is shocked to see three of the four people are the guards that were at the Drunken Mermaid last night.
"So, set up a trap, huh? I like it. If we have a couple days, though, can we get some breakfast before we go? Preferably with something strong to go with it?" He looks somewhat fuzzily at Bijoran. "Sorry; I'm not at my best in the mornings..."
OOC: I dunno if coffee exists in this world, but if there's it or a similar drink, that's what he wants.
The barkeep comes over with a steaming cup of liquid, "I'lll just put it on your tab," says the barkeep.
pausing for a while she adds
"however.... being rested might help us for what we are about to do....."
looking around and spotting the barkeeper she asks.
"please.. may i have some tea?"
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Ferona smiled at this as she shook her head.
She looks over behind the counter deciding on which drink she should get.
In the end she just decided,
"Bring me whatever tastes good"
He leans back in his chair and looks around at the others. "If we have time for proper breakfast, I'll take one of those, then we should get started. Sounds like if we're going to capture His--" Keelan coughs abruptly and winks at Bijoran "--Highness, we'll need to know that town fairly well."
Ira asked the guard.
"or was I mistaken?"
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He looks around for a moment, nods at his remaining companions, and heads out the door.
"As ready as I will ever be..."
she squints her eyes and tries to see the figures clearly.
Crowbeak is readying an entangle if the other people attempt to attack us.
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Crowbeak sees the four figures draw their weapons then he talks. Looking closely he is shocked to see three of the four people are the guards that were at the Drunken Mermaid last night.
"Hello there. We were just about to pass this... pass. It's such a fine day isn't it?"