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In agreement with the elf, Shaleer added, "Strange lands indeed," whilst giving the gnome another look. Then, back toward the elf and then to the bartender, "But surely the man has a reason for not leaving his room. Is he in some kind of distress?." He paused for a moment only to sigh, "Nonetheless, I accept your task like my pointy-eared companion."
Despite the bartender's firm position on the cost, Shaleer mainted his cheerful yet perplexing cheerfulness; that is, until a disrupting figure came through the door with a rabbit and placed it on the counter before him and the bartender. Shaleer almost raised a hand in protest beforing shaking his head, believing it to just be a strange custom he'd yet to understand.
Shaleer stole a a quick glance at the elf, still fascinated ever since the boat ride as elves were a rare sight in his home city.
Returning his eyes to the bartender, Shaleer forced a laugh and said, "Whatever you need for the night, I'm at your service." His eyes faltered as he looked at the dead creature on the counter again, hoping everyone here wasn't as straightforward as the gnome was.
Oh, Solamelike, have you abandoned your western RP or no?
I'll leave mine be and let you choose between ale or mead. Also, I get the disturbing feeling our adventure is going to escalate very quickly if any of us drink Liquid Star Whisky... just a feeling though.
Shard said
I really like your CS, honestly. It's simple and to the point. Common knowledge also kinda' helps when rolling contested rolls *Shrugs*.


Agreed. Simplicity at its best.
I'd forgotten about the money aspect when making my CS, so I'll just assume I have ten coins if it's alright with you.

Shaleer jumped at the chance to moisten his lips and fished his satchel for two coins. He took a seat at the bar, laid the coins down, and motioned them toward the bartender.

"Something sharp to keep me up, if you would." And with that, he pulled out another three coins and played with them. "Three coins is certainly fair for protection against penny-pinchers." He looked as if he were about to pay the bartender for a room until he closed his hands around the coins. "However, there is a monstrous guard's tower nearby, and I am certain no thief would dare step within its gaze. Perhaps you could knock down the price for me and my companions?"
Stepping off the wooden vessel, the St. Christopher, Shaleer gripped his stomach, not at all acustomed to the sea's motions. Upon gaining his composure, a thick smell of sea salt stung his snose and compellled him to get away from the docks and towards any of the buildings before him. He began walking for the Red Dwarf Inn until the magnificant tower caught his eye. He stepped off his path to pause one of the guards leaving the tower.

With a questionable smile and a distinct accent, Shaleer asked the guard, "I don't mean to impede, but what's so important about that tower that it warrants all you guards?"

If Shaleer successfully coaxed the guard into telling him about the tower, he would continue towards the inn.
I'll be sure to post later within the evening.
Actually, I nearly missed it as well. It just blends in somehow.
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