From: Heath LEES (muddy999_at_bigpond.com)
Date: Sun Sep 21 2003 - 08:42:05 BST
Garrott walks through the streets of Travar with his hand on the blade, moving people aside as they step in front of the party. He is quick to deal with anyone getting too close to Maerath and the Corinthian by shoving them out of the road with a stern look and a rolling of his massive shoulders.
As they enter the Inn he smiles, clapping Maerath on the shoulder companionably (almost sending him to the floor) before walking to the table and sitting at the end of it on the floor. The fact that there is no furniture bug enough for the stone warrior does not seem to put him out and he takes a number of thick slices of bread heaping butter on them and eating with gusto. Turning his attention to the pig, he cuts himself a large portion, his handling of the knife awkard in his massive hands, before sitting back and eating the pork. Mopping up the juices on his plate with another lsice of bread, he hides his small belch behind his hand and then collars a jug of water. Raising it he smiles.
"To the innocent Maerath and Elklisee provider of a fine meal." Finishing his simple toast he takes a long draught of the water and sets the jug on the table. His attention turns to the Corinthian. "I have need of a weaponsmith who is a fair trader Master Corinthian, perhaps you could recomend one for me so I may make a transaction?" The big warrior appears to be in hgh spirits and watches the people about the table with an avid interest, obsidian eyes bright in the light of the room.
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