Out of Character Discussion

Do'urth notices the bard sitting at the bar. He reaches into his pouch, and flicks a gold coin at the innkeep. The lass has had a bad night, give her the best with this, huh?

The halfbreed quietly sighs, and regrets parting with coin, but with a smile (fake of course), he puts on the front of a decent person, continuing to disguise the indifferent, hardened assassin he is. However, his smiles retreats back into a blank, and he continues to think about the letter.

Trish gave the Half Orc a look eyebrow raised "Thank you, I didn't exspect any gifts for such a bad performance. Or perhaps their is more to this?" She turned to face him an amused look on her face, "Perhaps the Half-Orc has a tale or two?" She offered her hand "My name is Triana but I also go by Trish for no particular reason." She watched the half orc watching his face curious to see if his expression might give anything away.

Mogguth approaches the performer and her companion, whom she ignores. "Yer performance was o'er short. Did ye need wine to sing? If so, I pray you continue and wine you shall have. And if the local oafs," Mogguth gives the companion (Do'urth) a telling look, "give you any trouble, come sit with us."

She nods gruffly to the two of them and returns to Tayleron.

Do'urth chuckles for a brief moment, takes a sip of his Ale, and turns to face the shedwarf before she leaves. I'm no trouble. Im just a travelling merchant heading to Greenest.

She turned to the Dwarven woman and nodded "the Performance was short, sadly unless I get a request I'm done tonight. Your offer is certainly apprexiated however".

"Greenest, aye. We be headed the same way."

She eyes the merchant with undisguised dubiousness. " The road is shorter with more to watch for wyverns and the like. Though we be no caravan guards."

Do'urth notices the dwarfs doubts and quickly comes up with a bluff. A merchant without a bodyguard is a doubtful sight indeed, but alas, I prefer saving coin, and so I learned how to defend myself and my goods instead. Do'urth smiles, and takes another gulp of the ale. Anyway, I'd enjoy your company if you're interested? Do'urth turns to Triana You're invited as well. He finishes his ale, and wipes the froth off his lips. I'll be leaving in the morning. He waves goodbye, and heads back to his room.

Triana turned to each of them, perhaps we could gather "I suspect you may have tales worthy of retelling. My master taught me that tales of the heroic will always inspire the populus to seek great things. Though I've found it is occassionally the tales of normal folk that inspire as well." She stood accepting the wine from the bartender who spoke "If you want a room liv your going to have to perform at least anuther hour." Triana waved him off I have more in my repertoiré I'll earn my keep for the night she said taking a drink before strpping back onto the stage avoiding the rubbish.