Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190419215241/@comment-3293219-20190428205319

"We're a large party, so... yes." Leyt answered, with a nod.

"Can you store them all?"

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"Oi, barkeep! 'Ow many rooms ya got?" Quen grinned, whacking the counter and taking a seat on it. Her impish demeanor already got under the bartender's skin.

"Erm... We're a new establishment, so..." The Barkeep sighed, scrubbing with his cloth in a rusty tankard.

"Two, three if I let you use my room."

"That all?" Quen powted, propping up her head as she rested her elbows.

"There's a lot of us, sleepin' together moight prove... disasterous. Profitable but... you'll be spendin' ye money fixin' the mess."

"Mrgh..." The Barkeep sighed, obviously torn between a year's worth of gold and the sanctity of his own bedroom.

"Fine, I will allow you to use the cellar as well. Tha's all the room that I can spare."

"Alroighty, got me coin purse 'ere!" Quen grinned, pushing it over to the Barkeep. She hoped that she'd be compensated for this...

"Here are the keys, you lose them? They come out of your bill."

"Thanks!" She grinned, hopping down off of the table.

"Got us rooms, Hagen!"