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"Well, whatever you did. You sure as hell arn't sleeping in my inn. Get your stuff and leave. You can stay inside the warded zone if you want."

Malakar watches as Keenan convulses, his eyes growing small.
"Look into my eyes and tell me you have paid dearly for your crimes."
*OOC I want to make a bluff check to be sure Keenan isnt lying.*

"Oh godless... Barkeep, we will take care of it ourselves, there is no need for the crossbow... No blood will be spilt in your establishment I assure you"

*OOC I want to make a bluff check to be sure Keenan isnt lying.*

15. He's telling the truth.

"Oh godless... Barkeep, we will take care of it ourselves, there is no need for the crossbow... No blood will be spilt in your establishment I assure you"

I'll feel a lot safer when there is a solid iron door between me and him. out.

"Very well sir. I have a spell that we can use for shelter"

Malakar sees the truth in Keenan's eyes, and sheathes his rapier. "Well then, it appears you have indeed paid dearly. Let's get out of this stuffy place and outside..and Tsgaroth? I hope you have a good shelter spell for us..it's mighty windy out there."

He looked into the elves eyes. "You don't want my life. But you can be assured that I paid, and still pay. Day to day."
He raised himself, and turned towards Tsaroth. "You don't have to leave with me. I can take care for myself. Always did."
He turned around and walked for the door.

"The wind only blows from one direction, we can use one side of the Inn for shelter, and I will cast Rope Trick... It will give us the shelter we need."

Dahak wrote:He looked into the elves eyes. "You don't want my life. But you can be assured that I paid, and still pay. Day to day."
He raised himself, and turned towards Tsaroth. "You don't have to leave with me. I can take care for myself. Always did."
He turned around and walked for the door.

Malakar sighs slowly and rubs his forehead. "These damned headaches..." he mutters under his breath as he scoots the tables apart and puts everything back in it's place. After straightening up he heads to the doorway, waiting for Tsaroth to come.

Dahak wrote:He looked into the elves eyes. "You don't want my life. But you can be assured that I paid, and still pay. Day to day."
He raised himself, and turned towards Tsaroth. "You don't have to leave with me. I can take care for myself. Always did."
He turned around and walked for the door.

Tsaroth looks at the other elf.

and leaves out the door into the wind.

Malakar follows Tsaroth out into the wind, his cloak blowing savegely behind him. Malakar turns to Tsaroth and shouts through the heavy wind. "I shall watch this area for awhile. Expect me back in 3 hours."
Malakar then sprints off into the darkness, and settles himself down in a small thicket, his longbow resting in his lap with an arrow notched.

Laughing to hmself he trots after the elf

screaming through the wind
"There is no need! The spell I plan on using, we wont need a watch!"

Keenan turns towards Tsaroth. "Thanks. For whatever reason you do it. You're a first, actually..."
He reached out and squeezed his shoulder and tried to be gentle about it.

Tsaroth nuzzled Keenans hand as he spoke with Malakar, then turned his attention toward Keenan again

" I have an interesting past as well... And I dont care about what happened long ago, what is done is done, and you paid for it... Besides, I cant let you sleep out here alone and unsheltered. And, I like you..."

Incantos Selvar Nalia! Tsaroth works his hands to contain the magic he just summoned, he moved them as if he was stretching a ripe, and then cutting a hole in dimensional space.

Above them right above their heads, a small doorway opened up and Tsaroth climbed in, reaching his hand down to do what he could to help Keenan up

He managed a smile, after all the trouble.
He likes me... Somehow the warm, fuzzy feeling inside his guts irritated him. Which didn't help when he tried to climb the rope.
With a loud *thud* he landed on his ass as he slipped.
Muttering and cursing, he got up, and tried it again. This time forcibly banning all thoughts about the cute elf from his mind. And, oh wonders, he managed to reach the top.

Some very minor RP'ing happened over instant messenger. Keenan and Tsaroth both lay out bed rolls and go to sleep. Anyone else attempting to get in must make a climb check as they are both snoreing,

Malakar sits in the darkness, hs sharp eyes looking back and forth for enemies.
*OOC* I want to make a Listen and Spot check for any enemies*

+Look. if there is ANYTHING TO SEE, I will roll listen and spot for you, k? The only thing you can trigger is a search check.+

You don't see any baddies out in the woods.

***
four hours after going into trance

***

Tsaroth opened his eyes, and opened up his backpack, and pulled out his spellbooks.

"Good...*looks out of the extra dimensional space* middle-of-the-night my sexy sexy spellbooks" he whispers as he cracked them open and began reading.

Keenan woke up and looked around.
The cute elf was absorbed in a book, or possibly sleeping as he sat there, so he quietly and carefully climbed down the rope.
First, he looked after his horse, but Thunderstorm seemed to be in good shape. His familiar, the cute little pseudodragon named Krk, was sleeping in his tiny holding besides the horse, to which he has taken a profound liking...
Only in his undertrousers, he then started his usual sword practice in the morning, at least he always tried to do it when there was time.
That was one of the few moments, when he practised attack and defense moves, swings and parries, that he could forget his past, and just feel as if he belonged somewhere...
Though the morning was a bit chilly, in his opinion, sweat started to glisten on his body after a short while.

OOC: Don't get too far ahead.

Grozny, rather confused at the recent turn of events, drags himself out of his seat, and trudges out of the door after the 3 others.
(To Malakar) "Listen boy, you may be bold but you're as dumb as rocks if you think that acting like that is going to do us any favours here." blasts Grozny, looking at Malakar with a blatent contempt at the Elf. "What your nation requires you doesn't bother me, you nearly getting me shot does. You understand, Elf."

(Griz to himself) "Great a crazy elf and a dragon wannabe with a shady past. Looks like this place is attracting bad people" *Griz pays his bill in the moring and prepares to leave the inn.* (Griz to the owner of the inn) "I heared something about kobold raid in this area. A barthender/inn owner must have heared some stories about them."

"I don't know much. Only that their in this forest somewhere. I've been seeing smoke to the west a lot, that might be them."

OOC: A Big Flying Fish, everyone else is in the morning ready to start adventuring. Please get yourself caught up.