All In at the Manky Mermaid
The weapons are racked and stacked near the door, under the watchful eye of the beady-eyed lout who collects them -- them as well the pennies it costs for the 'service.' Regulars know the man has an eye for haft and head, for crossguard and scabbard. He rarely gets it wrong when returning them, and doesn't use scripts or receipts of some kind.
Banio eyes the trio in the corner surreptitiously once he's made aware of them. The nobleman he guesses is from the west, perhaps even from the famed the town of Fair Marenesse, judging from the cut of his stylish trousers and the heraldic device adorning his cloakpin. A black, velvety sack, finely made, rests on the table, its contents unknown but not smaller than a bread loaf. The pair of people he speaks with, they look more like locals of Grim Biskerstaf. The man wears coarse brown robes and sandals, the woman much more expensive garb that marks her as merchant class at least, if not nobility herself.
A gardener, Phelbt marks the man -- with his sickle at his belt, his pouches of seeds and berries, his dirt-stained hands and feet. Perhaps a caretaker in Hemlock Holt, the wild and overgrown grove inside the city walls?
The tall woman wears a head covering, the kind that hides her hair completely, and presents only the oval of her face to those she speaks to. Her dark robes are embroidered and made of different pieces of sewn silk; beneath them she wears tall boots cobbled specifically for her. She is shaking her head as she speaks, and her posture suggests she doesn't know the foreigner well.
OOC:
Added an entry in the gazetteer for Fair Marenesse. And those drinks are four
pennies each, not silvers. The delicious firebrews remain three pennies each. A bargain!
A round of beer or wine would be 20 pennies or 2 silver. Firebrew? 15 pennies.