@Bacon
Ozza, the bouncer, halted the party as they were about to enter the establishment by raising a meaty palm in their way. He gave them a quick glance from head to toe, as if taking their measure, then rolled his shoulders and stuck his thumbs in his belt. "Greetings, my lords and ladies, and welcome to the Three Tails tavern" he said, "We offer food and drink for the hungry and thirsty, and lodgings for the weary, for a very reasonable price. As guests under our host Zarethas roof, you're expected to behave yourself and stay out of trouble. And no fiddling with the maids and pages. It's the lady hosts say that goes in here, and mine. As long as you can abide by that, and pay what you owe, you're all very welcome to stay. Alright, in you go."
As the armored fellow walked up to him, Ozza raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't move. Peculiar thing, wearing a full helmet like that in broad daylight and outside of battle, but Ozza wasn't one to judge. Every man has his reasons, after all, and he'd seen plenty stranger still in his days as a bouncer. Besides, his body language seemed timid enough, so there probably wasn't anything to worry about. Probably. "Vaskandar, huh?" he replied, allowing himself a small smile and quiet chuckle, "Picked you right off the harbor, didn't he? He's got an eye for that sort of thing, he does. Aye, the mistress should have work for you lot, if you're the type Vaskandar'd send our way. If you don't mind staying a while, I'll have a page fetch you once the mistress has concluded her present business. Have a drink on the house, why don't you? Tell 'em Ozza said so."
He looked down at his cudgel as Caleb complimented it, tapping the handle with a thick finger. "Aye" he said, "This old bugger has seen me through some rough times, all right. It's only fair I see to it every once in a while in return, right? You a fighting man, sir?"
Ozza, the bouncer, halted the party as they were about to enter the establishment by raising a meaty palm in their way. He gave them a quick glance from head to toe, as if taking their measure, then rolled his shoulders and stuck his thumbs in his belt. "Greetings, my lords and ladies, and welcome to the Three Tails tavern" he said, "We offer food and drink for the hungry and thirsty, and lodgings for the weary, for a very reasonable price. As guests under our host Zarethas roof, you're expected to behave yourself and stay out of trouble. And no fiddling with the maids and pages. It's the lady hosts say that goes in here, and mine. As long as you can abide by that, and pay what you owe, you're all very welcome to stay. Alright, in you go."
As the armored fellow walked up to him, Ozza raised an eyebrow but otherwise didn't move. Peculiar thing, wearing a full helmet like that in broad daylight and outside of battle, but Ozza wasn't one to judge. Every man has his reasons, after all, and he'd seen plenty stranger still in his days as a bouncer. Besides, his body language seemed timid enough, so there probably wasn't anything to worry about. Probably. "Vaskandar, huh?" he replied, allowing himself a small smile and quiet chuckle, "Picked you right off the harbor, didn't he? He's got an eye for that sort of thing, he does. Aye, the mistress should have work for you lot, if you're the type Vaskandar'd send our way. If you don't mind staying a while, I'll have a page fetch you once the mistress has concluded her present business. Have a drink on the house, why don't you? Tell 'em Ozza said so."
He looked down at his cudgel as Caleb complimented it, tapping the handle with a thick finger. "Aye" he said, "This old bugger has seen me through some rough times, all right. It's only fair I see to it every once in a while in return, right? You a fighting man, sir?"