conversations: human
conversations:  Wheloon
  The bustling city of wheloon confidently straddles the two most important trade routes in Cormyr. Merchant Caravans traveling to sembia pass through each day along thw wat of the manticore and ships from ports all over the seas of fallen stars sail up the wyvernflow to unload their goods at wheloon, or pass on into the heart of Cormyr.
  The rumble of wagon wheels, grunting of laborers, and hollering of dock hands fills the air for much of the day and long into the night.
  
  The Wyvern Watch Inn, remains wheloon's largest and most successful inn, despite the recent departure of its long time owner, but its daughters Asanta &amp; Baerill run the inn now.
  Their noisy spats and constant banter have become one of the best forms of entretainment in town. Close to the water and the center of town, and a stone's throw away from the wheloon watch house, thw Wyvern Watch Inn makes a fine place to stay.
  
  As the night kicks in, some of you guys are just getting in without knowing that this night may be the start of the greatest adventure  of your life so far.
  
  Some of you guys are in here looking for  an Old man in a blue robe, luckly for you there are two of them... on sitting by the bar speaking with one of the Inn Keepers, dressed in a blue robe, and a tall blue hat,  another one,  sitting in a table close to the fire, next to him a couple a youngh men, in light armor.
  
  A really muscular wood elf, its sitting in a corner drinking a glass of elven wine, looking around, maybe looking for someone?
  
  A mighty looking dwarf warrior has just entered the room, taking a quick look around he advances to the bar...
  
  And once again, the bell on the door rings onces more, this time a gnome enters the inn.
  
  Welcome to the wyvern watch inn! Let the adventure begin!
conversations: StormBorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oskar 
  
  " Ale for everyone! " the holy dwarf warrior exclaims, tossing five platinum pieces onto the bar in front of one of the elf barkeeps. " And keep the libations coming until the coin is exhausted, fair ladies! "
conversations: redzimmer:
conversations: human
conversations:  The old man's ears perked up at the noisy dwarf's arrival into the Inn. He cast a glance behind him, then returned his gaze to the bar, eyes darting off, lost in thought. He thought to himself;
  
    "Another noisy drunk. What a night this is going to be. Can't a guy get some peace and quiet for his studies? I guess I should have gone to the University if I wanted quiet though...maybe I should learn some of these locals' names. After all, I guess it wouldn't hurt to be sociable."  
  
  Thomas turns back around to the noisy, rambunctious drunk. Or at least soon-to-be drunk. 
    "Hello."    Tom thinks fast, looking for the words that would be considered a customary greeting in this part of the land.    "What brings you here to Wyvernwatch?"  
   
   Spoiler: OOC 
  I use coloured, italicized font to show his inner-thoughts, and non-italicized to represent what he is saying.
   
   
conversations: 3drinks:
conversations: human
conversations:  Multiple voices scream at once different victory claims, you can hear a couple of chering towards your god, as the coins fly...
  Baeril, the female elf talking to the blue robed human,  suddendly losses interest in what the old man has to say, as the 5 dragon pices land infront of her... with a faceless expression, and without  taking her eyes of the rare to come  coins she yells all the way across the room  [ASANTA!! You better start singing sis... we dont want our host to bored don't we??][/B] .
  
  Asanta gives her sister a weird look, and whe  she was about to scream back at her she realices,  the coins in her sisters hand, she looks at the Knight in shining Armor, and with a quick turn, she moves toward the wall where a Violin its hanging, she takes it and starts playing, as the drinks start getting served.
  And in an unisound a:  THANK YOU MASTER DWARF!   Comes from both of the elfs.
  
  The athmosphere of the inn changes completly, a quiet and peacefull night has taken a wild turn into a fest!
  
  @Oskar, the Human in the blue robe approaches you,  the other blue robed man... stands up, gather its things,  and it seemed ready to leave... but a fresh ale comes into his hand from the beautiful Baeril.
conversations: StormBorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Cybil, chatting with a few locals in the corner and keeping an eye on the folks coming and going, smiles as the coins are thrown and the servers begin their performance.   "I second the dwarf's words! May the wine flow and the music be loud!"   he says, rising from his seat and moving to the middle of the room with the others, raising a glass to Oskar.   "To your health,"   he says then turning his cup to the the nearer of the elven barkeeps,   "and to your beauty!"   He smiles and drinks fully.
  
  Cybil exhibits more exuberance for life than drunken joviality.
conversations: miinstrel:
conversations: human
conversations:  Baeril, turns red when you toast to her beauty and quickly turns around to avoid embaressment.
  Meanwhile, the crowd goes crazy as the ale starst to flow, and the delicious smell of freshly made stew, and roasted pork emanates from the kitchen.
  You catch with the corner of your eye that  a couple of young humans goes outside and stars spreading the word, you can tell that it wont be long before the whole town comes to enjoy your generosity.
  
  Suddendly, you hear inside of your head.... "you seem,  just as the kind of person that I'm looking for.... interested in making some gold?"
conversations: StormBorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oskar 
  
  The dwarf is always wary of people who appear too friendly, so he fixes his attention on to blue robed man to determine what he may be up yo... and to see if this is the msyterious benefactor Oskar seeks.
  
   
   Spoiler: Sense Motive 
   (1d20+6)[ 11 ] 
   
conversations: redzimmer:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oskar, you find a little odd that someone approaches you that way, he doest seem looking for trouble, rather just a friendly talk, but your paladin sixth sense tells you he might bel  looking for something else.
conversations: StormBorn:
conversations: human
conversations:  Oskar 
  
  A warm greeting was often a great means to set a would-be assailant off guard, so Oskar turned on his charm.
  
   "Hail and well met, O traveller! Join me at my table!"  
  
  With attention clearly upon the blue-robed man now, Oskar motions for food to be brought, tossing another platinum onto the table to ensure his is not ignored.
conversations: redzimmer: