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       #Post#: 1199--------------------------------------------------
       Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest15 Date: October 11, 2015, 5:28 pm
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       Entering first, Astandord pushes the door as it creaks inward.
       The Inn is of usual common sight, wooden structure, fireplace,
       stools and tables, a bar and a stairway leading to rooms
       upstairs. Walking across to the fireplace, he takes from his
       belt a small iron rod, no more than two inches long and places
       it on the mantlepiece, before continuing back to the doorway to
       ensure everyone gets in, calling back out to anyone.
       "Come on ya slow shits, we ain' got all day."
       #Post#: 1202--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest34 Date: October 11, 2015, 8:58 pm
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       Eno felt feminine for once, ok not quite the pearly princess
       dribbling in jewels feminine, more the, heavy mead stained
       skirts and breathing restricting corset that pushed your breasts
       into your throat feminine. But yeh, it was an improvement. By
       now the stale sweaty air of the tavern had grown on her like a
       perfume and she wore it, boy did she wear it, dancing between
       tables and patrons, clearing the odd..ok common, spillage and
       chewing the insides of her cheeks each time that wandering hand
       found her rump. But hey that was all part and parcel of a tavern
       wench's job critia 'enjoy being unnecessarily groped with a
       smile' check.  She slipped so comfortably into the job that she
       didn't notice the armour clad arrival, nor his short trip across
       the tavern. That was until he stopped at the mantle. Eno looked
       up briefly then continued clearing vomit.-" This better be one
       motherf***ing feathery, heaven made bed"- Heck, for free bed and
       board there were worse jobs. The matted dark hair was roughly
       pushed behind her ear and taking a deep breath she bent down
       under the table and sloshed her bucket over the discriminating
       puddle. Oh there we go, another wandering hand, what was that he
       slurred? Never f***ed an elf before. well matey i am no elf, so
       get your beer goggles straight before you try that chat up line.
       Ok so eno wasn't all elf, there was this tiny weeny barely there
       part that had been pointed out...get it..pointy ears..but so far
       she had done her best to look and act as human as possible. It
       wasn't common for an elf to serve in a tavern after all. no need
       to draw attention.
       #Post#: 1203--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest15 Date: October 11, 2015, 9:05 pm
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       Ast regarded the Tavern wench for a moment with an untirely
       uncaring gaze from within the visored helmet. He was used to
       this kind of scene on his travels, it wasn't long before he got
       bored of looking and decided to check over the rest of the
       patrons. Merchants passing through, cut throats, drunkards, the
       usual.
       It was such a common sight, he had barely even noticed that it
       was an elf that was the wench - even if he did, it would be
       unlikely it would spark any form of interest that would catch
       his attention. As such, he left the small iron rod and stepped
       outside for a moment, still in the mindset of guarding.
       #Post#: 1204--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest34 Date: October 11, 2015, 9:22 pm
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       The armoured male was staring, that much she was aware of from
       her smelling cavernous hiding place under the table, his feet
       remained in her direction, then slowly, meaningfully turned and
       walked back in the direction of the doorway. Eno pulled herself
       up from beneath the table, straightened herself and flashed the
       occupants of the table a hearty thinly disguised grin of
       distaste.-"all clear, ye can walk without fear of soiling yer
       feet now."- Not that they cared, correction, were sober enough
       to care. Cradling the bucket under one arm and with an almost
       obnoxious swing to her hips Eno made her way towards the mantle,
       glanced at it then bent down to throw a fresh log on the
       cackling flames. Placing her hand on the mantle she pulled
       herself straight once more and returned to her work. Only a keen
       eye would notice a second occupant on the mantle, a gnarled
       twisted stick with something like copper wound into it, no
       longer than a few inches and no thicker than a finger. To a
       passer by it would look like nothing more than the broken end of
       something more, the end of a fishing pole perhaps. Eno set her
       bucket back down behind the bar and collected a fresh tray of
       tankards nodding mechanically as one of the other girls
       complained about the vomit table, as they were now to be know
       as.
       #Post#: 1206--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest32 Date: October 12, 2015, 3:29 pm
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       ~A small pouch of coins were placed on the table in front of the
       dark clad man his blue hues lingered on the pouch for a moment
       before they flicked back up to the two men that stood in front
       of him~  “There’s your payment, the debt is paid” ~Bastille
       kicked his legs from the table settling them on the floor again
       his right hand reached forward only his fingers visible from the
       fingerless gloves. His hands carefully untied the top of the
       pouch before eyes moved from the men to the coins then back
       again~ “Mhmm” ~The men expected more but they wouldn’t get much.
       Instead blue eyes looked up to them before he nodded his head
       for them to leave. His attention was elsewhere. From the dark
       corner of the Tavern he watched as sticks were placed and people
       came and left. His tankard was half full of the dark liquid and
       despite being there for a long time now he had only drunk a
       tankard and a half. He needed to keep his senses about him. A
       barmaid stepped over to check his cup flashing him a smile. He
       would have smiled back but his dark scarf was pulled over his
       lower face would have made it pointless to smile. The strong
       smell of vomit was something that wasn’t new to him, usually
       when people died they emptied their bowels and the smell of
       vomit blood and shit was never too far away. He sat forward in
       his shadows watching as the heavily armoured man placed a stick
       where his eyes had been stuck for the last few hours. Bastille’s
       bow sat against the table a quiver of arrows propped up next to
       it. It was begging to be used but he knew now wasn’t the time.
       With icy blue hues he watched the man leave his lips under the
       scarf smiling. Bastille wasn’t a heavily armoured man but he was
       tall and fast and this mix had kept him alive for a long time.
       He knew there were people sympathetic to his cause but had never
       had the chance to put a face to a stick. Along with the bow a
       long elven styled sword sat beside him along with a small knife
       on his belt. A knife was always handy to have. It was one of his
       rules, he liked rules, he was funny that way~
       #Post#: 1207--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest8 Date: October 12, 2015, 4:01 pm
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       *transit is still silent but is maticulasly inspecting the inn
       He gives a small nod to the groups new members*
       (( OCC sorry I have been of line for so long. I spend a lot more
       time at my dads now so that means I only have very other week
       with internet access :\ ))
       #Post#: 1208--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest11 Date: October 12, 2015, 5:07 pm
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       *he slips through the doors quietly and finds a dark corner to
       settle into. Shifting his gear to sit comfortably, but ensuring
       none of his weapons are restricted he settles into a chair and
       signals to the serving girl. His eyes dart about the tavern
       searching for possible threats. When the serving girl approaches
       he asks softly*
       Do you by chance have any spring wine behind the bar?
       #Post#: 1211--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest15 Date: October 12, 2015, 6:18 pm
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       Walking back in, Ast restands next to the fireplace, observing
       the addition of another item. He retakes his iron rod, placing
       it back in his bandolier, before finding himself a quiet corner
       of the Inn to sit himself, alone. He observes around, noticing
       the wench and Bastille, a flair of interest takes him, before he
       displaces it back to discomposition of idleness while he sits.
       #Post#: 1212--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest34 Date: October 12, 2015, 6:23 pm
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       Eno glided across the room, the tray artistically balanced on
       one hand and lifted so that it floated effortlessly above the
       heads and bodies surrounding her, bobbing and swinging to avoid
       any collisions. Eno twirled and spun around a rowdy group who
       were challenging each other to arm wrestles on one table, moving
       around them in her solitary dance with her tray, the frothy
       tankards dribbling. A signal caught her eye and with
       determination Eno changed direction and approached the new
       comer, another traveller no doubt, and a little fond of his
       shadows. Someone should really tell these men that tall dark and
       broodingly mysterious is so last century.  On the brightside,
       these silent types tended to be less...touchy. Eno lowered her
       tray and flashed the man a welcoming grin, eyeing his collection
       of weaponry with her peripheral vision.
       "spring wine behind the bar? Spring like, the season or spring
       like jumpy?"
       Ok so maybe this wenching business did require a little research
       after all.
       "Why dont ye get yersel' comfy dear and i'll go have a look see
       for ye. Will that be all?"
       Again a flutter of lashes and a grin and Eno was on her way back
       to the bar on her quest for this elusive 'Spring Wine'.
       #Post#: 1213--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Reputations at Stake: The Red Maw Inn.
       By: guest32 Date: October 12, 2015, 6:39 pm
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       ~His blue hues watched as the man once again came to claim the
       bar and once again under his scarf Bastille smiled. It was
       coming together quickly, too quickly maybe? Either way it was
       time for him to make his move and with that he pushed himself up
       off the chair in the shadows that draped over him like a cloak.
       His hood was up pulled down low over his eyes. As he approached
       the fireplace where the heavily armoured man had just been he
       stopped for a moment. His eyes were fixed in one place as he
       slowly removed his knife from the leather sheath that it called
       home. Slowly his head turned to the left then right as he
       removed an arrow from his quiver. As the sounds of the tavern
       lifted with the crescendo of the arm wrestling match Bastille
       snapped the tip off his arrow leaving the long black feathers.
       Slowly he placed it on the fireplace. He dropped the arrow head
       in the fire before cutting his thumb a little with the knife. As
       he stepped back he turned to look into the dark corner that the
       heavily armoured man walk too. He lifted the hand he just cut
       extending his middle and index finger out so his fingers covered
       his right eye but touched his forehead. As he looked to the man
       in the eye he pulled his hand away in a semi salute before
       turning to walk back to his table sucking on his thumb he cut.
       The blood tasted like metal in his mouth but it wasn’t an
       unpleasant taste. As he made it back to the table he plucked his
       bow and sword from the table sliding them into their rightful
       places. He plucked the tankard from the table watching the
       fireplace to make sure his arrow shaft wasn’t stolen. If it was
       touched he may just have to break someone hand. He downed the
       last of the drink placing the tankard on the table before
       removing a coin from his pocket. Slowly he held his hand over
       the tankard letting the coin drop into the bottom of the cup
       with a soft clunk. His eyes were still watching the man from
       under his hood his mouth and nose covered by a black scarf. Once
       all this was done he quickly moved from his table his steps more
       like a dance than walking as he made his way efficiently though
       the crowd. Finally he found himself at the bar next to a group
       of males who were shouting about their various conquests and
       other topics that were equally boring. All Bastille could do now
       was wait. His right hand slowly moved to sit on his knife. From
       behind it would be impossible to tell where his hand was~
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