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Papa eats quite quickly and finishes his dinner earlier than anyone else, even the skinny elf Elias.

After giving the other travelers and everyone else in the Titan a good look, he rises from his seat and politely excuses himself. "I'll be back soon." He wanders out the door without hurrying too much, then quickly looks for the nearest suitable young woman who can see to his needs, hoping that they are not too few near the gate.

After so long, he is looking for only a very simple and rapid transaction. Since he is in a strange town after dark, he does not take his hand off his sword hilt unless he absolutely needs to.

[ooc]Lol, we did kind of run with it, except Brusen who is again
strangely absent...

Selfishly, to protect the "Ladies" honor...

I'll suggest,
Room "1" Angel & Sallia.
Room "2" Papa, Ellias & Bastion.
Room "3" Brusen, Hiric & Fraso (?)

Any thoughts?
[/ooc]

Angel watches Papa leave from her quiet seat in the corner.

[OOC] That arrangement is fine with me.

Papa will insist on someone being awake at all times and standing outside in the corridor. With so many of us, there should be little problem doing so, especially since most of us have not cast any spells at all and thus need to sleep only for biological purposes. [/OOC]

Angel agrees with the guard decision, she'll happily take the last watch, she gets up early anyway..

[ooc]Would 2hr slots be acceptable?
Did Papa suggest this before he left for some extra activities?[/ooc]

Jenara wrote:Angel agrees with the guard decision, she'll happily take the last watch, she gets up early anyway..

[ooc]Would 2hr slots be acceptable?
Did Papa suggest this before he left for some extra activities?[/ooc]

[OOC] Long before he left, yes. [/OOC]

(OOC- The rooms are fine with me, and Elias can take the early watch.)

Elias smiles at Bastian.

"I don't know, I think that if you boil the leather long enough, its not half bad. Has a nice salty flavor. Certainly better than eating tree bark or dirt."

"Better than tree bark?! Nay, sir! There are certainly some delicious trees in this world of ours! Granted there are also some trees whose bark could make you very sick...." Bastian rambles himself into what appears to be a mischievous memory. "Where was I? Oh, yes...a DRINK!" Bastian waves his hand and says "Barkeep, a drink for me and my friend!"

Angel sits quietly observing the others in the room, she sips her beer slowly, savouring each drop.

The white shirt and breeches feel strange, missing the feeling of her armor wrapping around her slim form she pulls her arms around herself protectively.

The Elves interest her, she would be interested to learn the goings on in her mothers homeland.

However, she fixes her gaze on the "Adventurers", she will attempt to observe them, while maintaining her gaze on the rest of the party.

Papa makes his farewells and quietly leaves the taproom by way of the front door, off on an errand of his own. As the door is closing, someone steps quickly through from outside - a stick-thin half-elf clad in violet robes who heads over to the bar but appears to be looking at your table.

The half-elf in question slows his gait as he looks at the party with a slight sense of familiarity. Finally, he pauses and turne toward them, approaching. "Luvitius?" he asks, his gaze locked on the necromancer. "Is that you?"

Angel notes the man in Purple Robes enter the bar, her eyes follow him as he walks past the party.
She rises to her feet in an instant as he approaches Fraso, she is next to him in a heartbeat, her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"Do you know this Man my Lord? Or would you like me to remove him?" She motions to Bastion and Elias.

Luvitius Fraso looks intently at the newcomer for a moment before recognizing him. He grins, a tad awkwardly. "Greetings. Please join us..."
"Daos"
"Daos. Of course. Forgive me - so bad with names. Do join us." Fraso turns to address Angel. "Master Daos has consulted with me in the past, on matters related to some research of his own.
"But what brings you here, Master Daos? Bit out of the way, is it not?"

Daos levels his gaze at the woman, the grip on his staff tightening slightly. However, when Fraso tells her to stand down, he relaxes a bit. Turning his gaze back to the necromancer he says, "Indeed. I was investigating some rumors of an elven lich, actually. Preposterous, I'm sure, but...well, I had my own personal reasons for checking it out."

The half-elf frowns, as if remembering something unpleasant. Shaking his head slightly, he changes the subject. "And what of you? I wasn't expecting to see you here."

Angel removes her hand from her weapon. Yet she stands motionless for a few seconds eying him up critically.

Her assessment is the man seems harmless enough.. Of course you can never tell. She is being paid to guard this man, and that is just what she'll do..

Contempating the idea of returning to the quiet table she shakes her head, now might be a good time to learn of Bastion and Elias...

"Very well my Lord. I will be at the Bar if you need me"
With that she turns gracefully on her heels, her leg brushing up against the newcomer briefly. "Sorry" she mutters and heads to the bar.

Fraso seems pleased to find someone with whom to 'talk shop.' "Prepostrous, indeed. Elves do not become liches. I have heard of them becoming vampyr, but that is a rare and unlikely thing." His voice lowers as Daos takes a seat. "As it happens, we are en route to the coastal village from whence these rumors originate. You are welcome to accompany us, if you would like. Perhaps the opinion of another knowledgeable individual would help ease the fears of the peasantry."