Hood dark are worn by the thieves in the den.... green might indicate other issues. *bites of another piece of lamb*.
We do need to speak with him I feel he may help us in our lack of knowledge....just what be the price of such information.
*sighs content in the food* So the stranger no interest in comely lasses. He is not here for a holiday. Whom is he meeting or going to meet?
Do we dare invite him into coming over for an ale? Perhaps I could ask of his travels.
*looks to Portor and Ewqene as they seem least leered at in the inn. Kalfie ponders why children seem distant from him*
*debates if pounding him first to tenderize his brain might be fun.*
Me thinks a poofer likes talking to a poofer not a man of steel.
*Looks again directly at Portor and Ewqene.*
ooc we need quasar to rejoin us fast or I fear for his status as a rpger.