The Weasel's Trail (16+) Gameplay room.

[Skautch]

Thiidda: Grins graciously at him and nods, continuing to play as requested.

Ulver: Looks to the bartender. "I'd like to request a room for the night also - if you have another available, that is." ...He follows with a joke, "If not, I'll pay rent on a few bar stools for the night."

[zucabr]

Multhane approaches Zov, studying him in a disinterested manner.
"A scholar of the arcane, eh?"

[myname1946]

Zov: "Yes, I study the arcane arts but not for spells or any of the such. I am more interested in Arcane scripture and writings. Though over the past 100 years or so of gathering books and other information I have gathered a large collection of both arcane scripture and spell books. You too study the arcane arts?"

[zucabr]

Multhane: "One might say that, though it was never truly by choice that the dice happened to fall that way."

[BulletSponge95]

The bartender pulls four keys out from somewhere behind the bar. "Here. there are four rooms left. For a gold piece you can split them up however you want for the night. If you want to stay any longer than that, you can pay for each night now or in the morning. Otherwise, I expect these back here by noon tomorrow."

She yawns heavily, and rings a small bell. "Last call!"

[myname1946]

Zov: "i would like the." he smiles and lays a gold coin on the bar. he looks at Multhane and says "If you find any ancient arcane writings i would sure like to see them if you dont mind..."

[Skautch]

Ulver: Hands the bartender a gold coin. "If the others here each need their own rooms, I'll offer that the rat girl stay with me for the night. I don't think I'll pay for another evening in advance, though, as there's no telling when we may have to leave."

Thiidda: Quiets her music for just a moment and looks to the bartender. "When do you close?"

[BulletSponge95]

She tells Thiidda, "I usually stop serving patrons a few hours earlier than now, but the fighters' guild decided to have a gathering and stay late." The woman looks at Ulver and Zov, appearing as though she had a sudden, brilliant realization. "You're not average travellers. You're adventurers, aren't you? The slay a dragon and save the day type of folk?"

[Skautch]

Ulver: Stares blankly for a moment. "...Uh... More or less, I suppose. I've never slain a dragon, mind you, and I hope that such a danger doesn't find us anytime soon."

Thiidda: Shrugs. "I'm just trying to make a living however I can. I have a lot of skills that people need, apparently." She glances to Ulver, having referenced his earlier words, then continues playing her music.

Ulver: "...To be honest, I'm looking to make worthy allies for a crew. I use to captain a ship, and I intend to again someday."

[BulletSponge95]

"Because I've got an embarrassing problem that I need help with. I can compensate you if necessary." She looks anxious.

[zucabr]

Since Harrima has at least 8 hours of free time now, she knocks on the door with the sword sign (presumably the fighters' guild).

[BulletSponge95]

Harrima gets no answer.

The building itself is stone and mortar, and the door looks to be made of hard wood, and is reinforced with iron. A wall torch burns to the right of the door. A faint smell of sweat and blood wafts through the air.

A male voice from the alley behind Harrima says, calmly, "Those buffoons don't answer the door. You've got to open it yourself."

[zucabr]

Harrima grins.
"Amirrah told me to use my manners, but if I must be 'rude'..."
She kicks the door, attempting to knock it open

[BulletSponge95]

The door swings partway open. The smell of sweat is a little stronger.

The stranger in the alleyway sighs, "You know, you could just open it with your hands, like a normal person."

[zucabr]

"But in order to do that, I would have to be normal." Harrima gives a mock frown as she kicks the door again and steps inside.