<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=20212.msg783688#msg783688">Quote from: shadowheart on 31-08-2008, 01:24:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I do not know.  Perhaps the town has been blessed by a rich proprietor?  We may perhaps learn more within."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Zemok speaks quietly, but with the same precise diction as always.  "I believe that the word you are looking for, Sister..." his eyes search the crowd, hesitating on the storyteller and seizing on the seal, "is<em>patron.</em>"  Zemok shakes the dust out of the long black cloak from which he takes his attempt at a family name while he stands at the threshold, and then continues into the common room.  Worn black boots scuff over the flagstones as he approaches the dwarf-guarded table.  He nods silently to their apparent contact, and pulls out a seat.  Which he proceeds to spin around, slump into, and cross his arms over the back of, his chin resting in turn on them.  He makes no effort to conceal the brace of daggers at his hip, considering that the dwarf bears openly a far more intimidating armament.<br/><br/>He makes every attempt to catch the eye of the mistress of the house, and presuming he can attract her attention orders something to get the road-dust out of his system.  "A pint, please, and whatever is considered a good dinner in these parts."  He cocks an eyebrow to the dwarf, "I assume we'll be staying, so I'll require a room as well?"