Ah, now that I have you all here-
DarkTheImmortal wrote:
She looks towards the source of the roar, and quickly back to the women, her expression going from curious to shocked when she sees the looks on the women. "I didn't do anything, I was in here with you, ordering the coffee for my... master." She paused almost too suspiciously, not knowing exactly what to call Tycho with their cover story.
That pause allows you to be caught. Surprisingly mobile for a barrel-shapped tub of guts, the Innkeeper grabs you by the wrist. "A slave, eh? Thought so , call for your master NOW. Get that fop in here and get this straightened out,
sing you little fleabag!"
And she twists your wrist, to make certain the point has been made.
2561642 wrote:The only problem now is discerning the correct ingredients. Perhaps tears shed in fear? Those can be quite magically potent, especially when from someone young. Or maybe sweat shed in fear or nervousness? Probably not quite as effective, but it won't need to be for his purposes. He gets a thoughtful look and glances at the door. Perhaps the source of these ingredients might be on it's way already, hopefully with some sort of beverage in tow....
No such luck, yet.
And.... tears? What about a weapon, most people fear those. Or maybe an drawing from something else...
Meanwhile, down below-
"What is the
meaning of this?" It is a soft, self-assured voice, but not a weak one coming from the doorway as a trio of men walk in. "I was rather hoping that things would be
soooo much quieter here, at this hour."
This man is wearing immaculate white robes with a symbol in blue on the chest, a circle with a double-cross running through it. Clean shaven and blond, he has a younger look to him than his bearing and manners would indicate. Flanked by two (Templars
always seem to need a pair of flunkies... a fashion-statement? ) Mercenaries with clubs and chains, he strolls in and nods to the Innkeeper.
"A party arrived at the docks last night and were last seen heading into this establishment. Would this (he nods at Annaria) be one of them?"
The Innkeeper blinks and stammers. She was sound asleep by late afternoon yesterday, she has no idea what the Templar is talking about.
The Rookie wrote:
"Can you... Find... Skullcaps... St John's wart... And.... Ginger.... For me... Please... There's... Gold in it for you.... Thank you..." She mumbles and mutters through deep breathing and sighs. "Oh!-Ow... Ow... Can you... Kitchen... Order omelette... Extra bacon... More gold... Plus tips... I rest here..."
Fresh whole milk has many interesting properties, it could make for a good healing potion in itself with a little manna, but only when fresh. It would never travel very well.
"Breakfast will be ready for everyone in a quarter hour, no less!" The maid finds her nerve at last and reaches into the cupboard where the wine is, and plunks a blood-red bottle down in front of you. "Just make sure there is a
bucket nearby."
This is called a Vampire, and is a last-ditch remedy for hangovers. If taken while drinking, it works nicely. If taken after, it will purge the poisons.... but it will happen suddenly and violently.
The maid is about to flounce off when the scene in the main room starts to unfold. She peers around the corner and squeaks softly. "Templars!" The man speaks, and she looks back at Sylvi... eyes glittering as she imagines the coin that is about to come her way. "....
you-"