Marc shrugged and looked at the other two.<br/><strong>"Ugly avoids country inns. Doesn't want people trying to re-arrange his face",</strong>Paco declared.<br/>The DM chuckled.<strong><br/>"<em>I'd jo-jo-join</em>...but <em>Master Kim</em> disapproves of games of hasard",</strong>Josh said.<strong>"Y-you ha-have f-f-fun, we'll sleep!"</strong><br/>Marc nodded and turned towards the two women, after rolling some dice behind his screen, checking them on some sheet of paper, grinning and rolling again.<br/><strong>"Gwyn plays cards with a huge, well-muscled man whose apron betrays his profession as a blacksmith. Amazingly, Youluf is there, too and joins her table...strangely enough, he seems to play in such a way that she neither gains much, nor loses much. When the blacksmith goes for a piss, he looks at her and whispers: 'Hengist is drinking. Means his eldest is acting up again. We should try to avoid his gang as they go to or from the Beggars...', and then leans back."</strong><br/>The word seems to attract the attention of Paco and Josh, but they say nothing. Marc, however, explains.<br/>"Gwyn would know that the Beggars are Tharian clans who dishonoured themselves during the conquest of the far away City-State, and were dispossessed of their horses. They travel the land, from steading to steading begging for food and shelter. Some band together for mutual support, these are known as the Beggar Clans, and specialise in trading information and smuggling."<br/>Then he turns around, and tells Lisa.<br/><strong>"Your night, however, goes much more...eventfully. People seem to like Lisa, and they buy you tankards of ale, much to the owner's joy. Paco, give her the special Mountain Dew."</strong><br/><strong>"Aww, man",</strong>Paco sighs, but pulls a bottle and pours something...that looks mostly like Mountain Dew. The DM nodds to her to drink it, then continues.<br/><strong>"You seem to have drunk a bit more than you can deal with, since the latest memories you have are kinda...hazy. You remember a dark-haired girl telling you that a tide of blood is coming, and she intends to stay ahead of it. And you wake up in the hands of Norwald, the Mytra accolyte, in a state of disrobement that suggests that you have done more than just hugging him for warmth. How do you intend to roleplay that part, by the way?"</strong>