From: Mark Neumayer (tao-man_at_att.net)
Date: Mon Apr 05 2004 - 02:37:08 BST
>As Pean stares directly at the ork for a small amount of time and
Garrott steps up behind Pean, you see the ork pale significantly
>and drop the keys that were in his hand as if by a show of surrender.
>He turns and runs into the throng inside the inn, flanked by his
companions who seem puzzled at the sudden backflip.
>The Inn soon returns to normal and the bard picks up where she left
off as you look into the packed, smoky interior.
Caerdcha looks from the keys on the ground to the departing ork and then
to the party that so recently stood up for him. "Well, that was
convenient. I was afraid that things were about to get as ugly as that
fellow's choice of weapons." He picks up the keys and unlocks himself,
dropping the chains onto the floor. "You must let me get you all a round
of drinks. It is the least I can do."
Caerdcha insists on this quite vigorously until he wears down any
resistance. Not from an abundance of charms, but from an iron-willed
determination to see you rewarded in some small way. As he leads you to
a table and calls out to a barmaid, you can see him looking over each of
you in turn. His gaze lingers for a moment or two on everyone's weapons
and armor but he keeps any comments to himself. "I am Caerdcha
Eledwhen." He bows his head slightly once you are all seated. "A
weaponsmith, as you might have gathered, although apparently I still
need to learn to temper my tongue a bit." He sits calmly waiting then,
giving everyone who cares to a chance to introduce themselves.
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