Tom Rynosseros - Ah, Helen was it? Well laddie let's see if we can't get ye something to get a little courage in yer belly, Mhm?
Boar's Head Stout - A unique dark hoppy beer from the heart of the Alogeans, Boar's Head Stout punches you right in the gut without mercy, is as ferocious as a windreaver, and just as deadly. Reports say some drinkers tend to turn up naked as their name day the next morning, with no memory of the night in question. It ain't on tap just anywhere in Bakara that's fer sure.
> The imbiber of this drink, if drunk before any quest or job, may choose any known quadrupedal predator in Bakara, gaining the ability to shapeshift into a Dire-form of that animal for the rest of the encounter. This new animal form has a unique set of traits and abilities all its own, and is a ferocious version of the species, more regal and impressive than lesser members of the family.
If he had noticed Tom's mispronunciation, Heulen didn't show it.
Heulen - Thanks very much.
The Beast-man downed the stout faster than most could drink a cold glass of water, and then it hit him. Heulen's stomach made horrible, angry noises and he doubled over for a good ten minutes, not saying anything or moving at all. He then slowly straightened back up and nonchalantly exited the establishment. From inside, the other patrons could here sounds that were usually only made by something about to die. Heulen left the area soon after that. Warg Chosen
**Tom's eyes got a distant look in them when Christov raised the question, it seemed as though he might have actually left possession of his consciousness for the briefest of moments, but it was there and then it wasn't, too sudden to make anything of it.**
Tom - Aye. This is Sylvan after all, always something afoot, innit? Have ya looked in the Sun recently?
**The innkeeper tossed a folded and well used parchment onto the bar.**
Tom - Old ones, might be. Very old. Sylvan wasn't always this far east, do ye kennit? I reckon you might have to dig a little deeper on this one, boyo. Might be ye should take a room, and sleep on it.
**Tom winked at Christov with a knowing smile, and walked away chuckling boisterously as he did.**
Christov finished his meal and decided the man may be crazy but a good night's sleep sounded like a good idea to him. He'd been on the road a while and the cold was still clinging to his bones from the north. He motioned to get the attention of another server just as his wine was finished.
**Cordelia was there, having taken over the bar for Tom. She was a dark beauty, with the pale Sylvan complexion that was now famous, her features were classically beautiful and she seemed more royal princess than barmaid.**
Cordy - Oh, no reason in particular. Tom's has a bit of a reputation though. And sometimes patrons tend to turn up somewhere else after a night at the inn, though they're usually perfectly fine.
**Cordelia continued to smile charmingly, but she inclined her head at Christov's inquiry.**
Cordy - My dear fellow, are you always so on edge? But, you could lay your head elsewhere tonight, but who's to say if you'd still find out what is that you're seeking?
Christov - "I've been alive long enough to be wary of the unknown... But being reckless has its place as well, I believe I will take that room after all."
**Cordelia smiled as she led the man upstairs to a rather strange looking pair of double doors at the end of a long hallway, stopping right before they reached them, she held her hand out towards the threshold, motioning for Christov to take the key.**
Heulen - I'd like something special.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Tom Rynosseros - Ah, Helen was it? Well laddie let's see if we can't get ye something to get a little courage in yer belly, Mhm?
Boar's Head Stout - A unique dark hoppy beer from the heart of the Alogeans, Boar's Head Stout punches you right in the gut without mercy, is as ferocious as a windreaver, and just as deadly. Reports say some drinkers tend to turn up naked as their name day the next morning, with no memory of the night in question. It ain't on tap just anywhere in Bakara that's fer sure.
> The imbiber of this drink, if drunk before any quest or job, may choose any known quadrupedal predator in Bakara, gaining the ability to shapeshift into a Dire-form of that animal for the rest of the encounter. This new animal form has a unique set of traits and abilities all its own, and is a ferocious version of the species, more regal and impressive than lesser members of the family.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Heulen - Thanks very much.
The Beast-man downed the stout faster than most could drink a cold glass of water, and then it hit him. Heulen's stomach made horrible, angry noises and he doubled over for a good ten minutes, not saying anything or moving at all. He then slowly straightened back up and nonchalantly exited the establishment. From inside, the other patrons could here sounds that were usually only made by something about to die. Heulen left the area soon after that.
Warg Chosen
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Christov - "Red wine, and red meat if you have it please."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
**Tom flagged down Ingrid to fill Christov's order with a boisterous yell.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Christov - "Heard anything useful lately? I'm in need of work and the church has given me leave... As if I could take a vacation."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Tom - Aye. This is Sylvan after all, always something afoot, innit? Have ya looked in the Sun recently?
**The innkeeper tossed a folded and well used parchment onto the bar.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
He looked through the paper absentmindedly. After a few moments he raised his eyes back to Tom.
Christov - "What sort of cultural artifacts do you suppose one searches for in Sylvan? Something interesting to be certain."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
**Tom winked at Christov with a knowing smile, and walked away chuckling boisterously as he did.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cordy - How may I help you, ser?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Christov - "I'd like another glass of wine if I could trouble you. I'd also inquire after a room for the night if there is availability."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cordy - First time at the Bedlam huh?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Christov - "How can you tell?"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Christov - "That is... Slightly alarming."
He sniffed the wine glass warily.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cordy - Forgive me, ser. That was a terrible jest after I had poured for you. Fear not, we do not drug our patrons.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cordy - My dear fellow, are you always so on edge? But, you could lay your head elsewhere tonight, but who's to say if you'd still find out what is that you're seeking?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
**Cordelia grabbed a key from behind the bar, and started to lead Christov upstairs.**
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
He began to follow her.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Cordy - Here we are. Pleasant dreams, monsieur.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together