<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=90902.msg4031961#msg4031961">Quote from: ff on 19-12-2010, 12:30:17</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The five healing-seeking adventurers informed Arivel that they'd been up through the night getting back to town and would likely end up sleeping through the day, likely at the Huntsilver manor they had spoken of sometimes being able to stay at; all the same, the sorcerous redheaded twins seemed to convince the other three to swing by a tavern with Arivel, at least for a little while. <br/><br/>"But..." the more talkative one flsahed a smile at Arivel as she glided into the Welcoming Hand, a midtown tavern and inn at a prominent intersection for those traveling through town, and commensurately busy (and profitable) for it. "...it's not as if we don't like to stay up late. And so now, one might say we're simply 'staying up early'." She snaked an arm around the waist of her twin, but leaned the other direction enough to let her shoulder brush Arivel's as she took in the main room. <br/><br/>Its walls boasted the mounted heads of several animals and monsters; some taxidermist with a bad sense of humor had a mounted owlbear head right between that of a bear, and the full body of a stuffed owl. Beneath several of the trophies were wooden replicas of the weapons used to bring them down (replicas, perhaps, both for parsimony and to avoid providing arms for bar brawls). The room was actually rather clean at this early hour, cast in a warm wooden temper of browns and soft reds, and hosted mostly day-laborers and travelers quietly breakfasting rather than drinking and reveling as they might at later hours. None had the obvious look of adventurers, though as many as anywhere were armed.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Arivel sat down at the table with the five, hopefully between the twins, definitely next to one of them, summoning over abarmaid to take his order with a wave of his hand. He looked about the group, and shrugged.<br/><br/>"Least I can do is pay up for your meals. You all mut be starved. Eat up. In the meantime, anything more you can tell about the Dragon would be helpful. Did you get to see where he was laired up?"<br/><br/>Arivel looked at the 5. A Dragon's Lair was often the best place to attack it. Some dreamed of open, epic battles. Arivel would rather jump the thing while it was sleeping, even if that was unlikely.