*Kidwynn, looking very much on guard approaches whomever is behind the bar.*
Is Atrum around? If so, could you let him know that I'm lookin' for him please luv.
At the bar
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Dead pirate betrayed by Corbyn...ah well least I made him do his own dirty work when he killed me.
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*A stately, dark haired young man dressed in ornate bronze plate regailed with finery enters the Inn. He carries a heavily jeweled longsword at his hip. He strides confidently to the bar upon spying Kidwynn. Completely ignoring her engagement in conversation, he addresses her.*
"excuse me, m'lady. Is it possible that you may give this weary traveller the lay of the land? My name is Harth of Blackmoor"
*He smiles a mischievious grin and awaits a resonse*
"excuse me, m'lady. Is it possible that you may give this weary traveller the lay of the land? My name is Harth of Blackmoor"
*He smiles a mischievious grin and awaits a resonse*
Walking with a straight back, the skirts of Lady Rosamund’s green silk dress rustle as she moves. Rosamund stops in mid stride looking around for someone. She then smiles briefly at Kidwynn and the stranger and heads to one of the corner tables next to the bar. Here Rosamund sets down a bundle. Brushing the hair back over her ear she walks up to the bar and looks to see if Lambic is there.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
-Homer,
Greek (800 BC - 700 BC)
-Homer,
Greek (800 BC - 700 BC)
*Gives Atrum a mischievous grin.*
A little while for what luv?
When you have the chance my friend we could talk. *Looks around the room.* Hopefully before I feel this need to be on board a boat again.
...Long story
A little while for what luv?
When you have the chance my friend we could talk. *Looks around the room.* Hopefully before I feel this need to be on board a boat again.
...Long story
Dead pirate betrayed by Corbyn...ah well least I made him do his own dirty work when he killed me.