Georgia can't help but giggle at the banter between husband and wife. She liked these people already.Arkrite wrote: ↑Mon Feb 24, 2020 3:20 pm "Watch yourself, the first bottle is always free, but the next one-"
"Oh hush, woman!" The voice calls from inside, eliciting a couple of laughs from other people inside.
She smiles and shakes her head, "Name is Belba Cralloon. The man shilling-"
"Shilling!" an offended voice calls out, followed by a few more laughs.
"Shilling wine is Ollwin, my huband," She repeats cheekily before looking at the group, "We have openings, so we'd be able to fit you all, unless there are more coming, mister..?"
Georgia gives a dramatic bow as Aldan introduces her. "Pleased ta meet ya, Ma'am."Flynnarrel wrote: ↑Mon Feb 24, 2020 4:52 pm Aldan
"Aldan, Aldan Tallymin, Mistress Cralloon. It's a pleasure to be greeted by such joviality in a time and locale where scowls and suspicion seem more the norm. Why, our own Tyragorn was nearly run off a farmstead, the first one, furthest East of town by that road to Hookhill, over a simple misunderstanding involving a berry." Aldan gestures to the armored warrior. "My other companions are Georgia Fiddler, who will, no doubt, earn a crate or two of your wine in barter for an evening of enchanting song, Jessica Bright a devout nun of Pelor, and the laconic Zasio, supreme tracker and guide."
Georgia took in the room and began mentally comparing the Boozy Badger to the Golden Grain. What stuck out most to her was the clientele, unlike the other inn the people here were interacting with each other and looked to be enjoying themselves. It lacked the overpowering aura of dourness and distrust.Arkrite wrote: ↑Tue Feb 25, 2020 4:12 pm "Ah, well, strangers are our bread and butter. We'd be a poor inn were we to chase off customers," She sets the broom to the side and dusts off her hands on her apron, "And don't you mind that lot. They were a sour bunch before everybody started walking around with thunderclouds over their heads."
She waves for you to follow her into the building.
The shutters have all been thrown open wide and sunlight streams into the common room. There are three round tables sitting towards the north side of the room with a long table with benches towards the south. The Northeast end of the building has stairs leading into the second floor. To the Southwest is the bar where a heavyset balding man with a big smile is currently cleaning glasses while chatting with a farmer seated at the bar.
There are another three people seated at a table, chatting and drinking.
Most of the people pause as you come in, but after a few beats they go back to their conversation, only shooting you the occasional glance.
"Ah, more customers, my dear?" Ollwin asks with a smile.
"Oh, now I'm your dear? A few moments ago I was just woman," She teases.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," He claims, feigning innocence.
The man at the bar snorts and covers a laugh by taking a quick drink.
"So what can we do for you, travelers?"
Even if they hadn't noticed that the Golden Grain employed dangerous criminals, Georgia would definitely find this establishment more appealing.
Flynnarrel wrote: ↑Tue Feb 25, 2020 6:01 pm Aldan
"Right now? A place to get cleaned up and maybe a small glass of this wine we've been hearing so much of. A place to put whatever stuff we don't need for a supper and a walk through a.... quaint town that we've been nonetheless set upon in by enemies. I, myself, wont be leaving much." He pats the wand in it's holster like it was more meaningful than a stick he found in the woods.
"We may as well get rooms now. Three adjoining. One for Georgia and Jessica. One for the two men-at-arms. And one for myself. Doable?"
"An actual bed for the night would be ab-so-tively delightful after our time on the road." The bard tittered with a smile. She gave Jessica a little nudge. "Ain't that right roomie?"