Red Valor: Ferindor's Grave (In Character)

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]"We'll be there shortly." Aromel says, watching the gnomes leave and keeping a wary eye on the soldiers to make certain that they don't depart. Turning his attention to the others at the bar, he asks, "So, what are your names?"[/ic]

[Numinous]

[ic=Sunetos]
"I'd prefer not to discuss that in such an open space", he gestures slightly to the other patrons.  "Perhaps we should acquire rooms first?  I'm running low on funds myself, perhaps I could bunk with one of you?"[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]
"That's fine." Aromel says to the cloaked figure. "We'll take shifts. You can go rest first while I wait elsewhere, then we switch..."[/ic]

[Numinous]

[ic=Sunetos]
"Well then...  Let us depart..."[/ic]

[Elven Doritos]

[ic=Barkeep]The barkeep approaches and lays a silver key on the table in front of Aromel. "Here's the key fer that room. Almost forgot, what with all the mayhem 'round here."[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]Aromel grins and takes the key. "Let's be on our way." He then addresses the barkeep. "Thank you for your hospitality. We'll be back later."[/ic]

[Poseptune]

[ic=Raynor] "Raynor", he replies to the elf.

"It has been a long journey. I must get some sleep." Raynor downs what is left of his ale and then thanks the barkeep for the key and heads to his room.[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]Aromel takes the bottle of wine with him as he leaves, if only to be courteous to his inviting host. When outside and heading toward the apothecary he makes certain to keep the cloaked figure beside or in front of him at all times.

Once they are a good distance from the inn and out of earshot of the soldiers the elf calmly says, "If you don't mind, I like to know who I'm working with."[/ic]

[Numinous]

[ic=Sunetos]The figure pulls back his hood to reveal a set of fair elven features.  He has brown tousled hair and eyes the same green as fresh spring.  "I go by Sunetos, and I do apologise for my rudeness in failing to introduce myself previously.  I haven't exactly had many, erm...  peaceful, interactions with the Black Talon in the past, so I hope you will understand my need for secrecy back in the inn."[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]"I can't say I know much about them...I haven't had too much trouble ever since I left the Army in Azrael's Pass. What brings you here?"[/ic]

[Numinous]

[ic=Sunetos]"The Black Talon, they ...  Nevermind, let's just say it's personal...  I too have some issues with family..."[/ic]

[Elven Doritos]

[[ic=DM Description]You approach a run-down building with red-painted wooden boards lining the broken windows. Above the doorway swings a small wooden sign, swinging to and fro, with the word's, "Aldren's Apothecary" etched deeply into it. Inside, a swarthy overweight man with messily parted (and quite thin) black hair taps his hand impatiently as he sat behind a marble counter. Occasionally, he brought a blue rag to his brow, wiping the sweat that appeared despite his inactivity.[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]Approaching the counter, Aromel softly says, "Um...excuse me, we were directed here by Braddle. Do you know where we can find him?"[/ic]

[Elven Doritos]

[ic=Filthy Shopkeep]With a wipe of his brow, the heavyset man eyes Aromel suspiciously. Then, he presses a small button beneath the counter and opens a small trap door behind his stool. He grabs a lantern and lights the wick, handing it to Aromel.[/ic]

[Senkennomei]

[ic=Aromel]Moving to the edge of the trap door, Aromel takes the lantern in one hand and peers into the darkness before him. If he doesn't see anything too suspicious he descends down the stairs, pausing to make certain that Sunetos is following.[/ic]