whispers across the table to Daphne, we always could throw him across the room and beat the rest of the information out of him you know. But your plan seems much more civil then my approach. Croff takes a gulp out of his ale.
Croff looks at Baberay, not sure Id donate to much more to this guy's coin purse before we know how much he is looking for, or what he has to offer. As we are not all rich folk and id hate to see it be a scam. >grins evilly< Face almost looks as if it where a half smile.
ooc: Is spell checker really needed in a "role play" situation? Croff would never say "Looking" it would be looking and a few other words, slangs, and slurs would really be nice.
Daphne whispers to both of her traveling partners and says "This guy wants to get rich from us tonight, I do not think he knows anything. We can either sit down on another table and make some conversation or go home, sleep until the next day and head the market, another place where we may find some information regards to work, what do you all say?"
ICC: I know what you mean Kozak, but the rules are needed to be enforced at all times. Just try to make your character as vivid as you can, so far you are doing a great job
From the corner of the bar, Aliete watched the ragtag band and a chuckle kicked up the corners of her lips. "You won't get anything from him unless you've got a bit of information to swap... He's a tightfisted sod with his worthless tidbits of secondhand gossip." She approached, though warily as she would with strangers. "Sorry to eavesdrop on your conversation, just thought to save you some coin."
Aliete!?!?! You said twas? Second hand gossip eh?
Croff raises his brow studying the figure that approached the group.
Hrm Daphne in light of what this bold person spoke of maybe we should look in other places for some work.>voice drops to a very deep male< Although beating it out the bartender seems a lot more fun.
speaking calmly (assumes ) You know of any guilds or maybe the local army needs a few recruits. Alas always could head to the temple and smack a monk around for some information.
Croff facial expression seems to go blank, yet he is weary of the intruder into the conversation.
Daphne looks with strong suspicious to the stranger that looks like a thief and gives her a look without saying a word and waiting to see what the stranger really wants or is up to.
She just looks at her and then takes her drink and start drinking....
OCC: Okay, the GM is getting impatient, we need to decide quick what we are going to do. I do not think we should pay more money to the bartender since it is obvious he just wants to make money out of us, I think we should head home to rest now and head to the village early in the morning and talk with some few people. What do you all wanna do?