Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27025277-20161129155225/@comment-5518614-20161214211054

Brualnus climbed back up the cellar stairs and surveyed the group, still lingering around. ''No wait, one of them isn't here. The wood elf. Ah well, I may as well meet these curious folks for myself.''

Striding over to the bar, he asked,  Eirja,  the barkeepers daughter, for another ale.

 "Sure thing Brutal. Anything else?"

The breton smiled and shook his head, "No thanks, I'm not hungry right now. But...hmmm...these 'patrons' of yours," he motioned casually to the gathered experts, "have they been acting strange?"

Eirja's face took on a puzzled look, strikingly similar to her father's, "No...I don't think so. But the nice elf who just walked out paid in advance for everyone here, which is very generous, but I didn't think about the other possiblities of what that could mean," Eirja shrugged and handed Brualnus his ale, "Anyway, that extends to you too. Enjoy! Though I wouldn't have made YOU pay anyway, or papa would've had my hide."