Realizing it's no use denying the theft of the tavern owner's silverware, but very surprised at the unknown amulet that was pulled out of his bag, Creden gets a tad bit annoyed.
"I didn't steal no amulet! You tryin' to place items on me, huh? What's yer game here?"

[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: J'aran ]</p>

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by J'aran:
Realizing it's no use denying the theft of the tavern owner's silverware, but very surprised at the unknown amulet that was pulled out of his bag, Creden gets a tad bit annoyed.
"I didn't steal no amulet! You tryin' to place items on me, huh? What's yer game here?"

[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: J'aran ]<hr></blockquote>

<font color="cyan"> EEP that was supposed to read "from the folds of my cloak" [img]graemlins/showoff.gif[/img] ...all fixed now? *L* </font>

[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]</p>

Amused, she glances at the bear of a man, and ;) 's, and returns her atttention to the halfling.....she holds up the amulet in front of his eyes, forcing him to concentrate on the stone.....
"Well now, little man.....just what else have you taken from this inn, and the patrons here...hmmmm?"

<blockquote>quote:</font><hr>Originally posted by TAOWolf:
<font color="cyan"> EEP that was supposed to read "from the folds of my cloak" [img]graemlins/showoff.gif[/img] ...all fixed now? *L* </font>

[ 02-09-2002: Message edited by: TAOWolf ]<hr></blockquote>

<font color="steelblue">OOC: Ah, OK. Just disregard my previous post then.</font>

Creden gleefully watches the amulet, wondering if she's trying to hypnotize him. He doesn't feel any effect, and puts this down to his clearly superior mind.
"Ye wants the complete list, or just some highlights? If it's the complete list yer after, we're not gonna be ready 'afore supper, ya know."

She laughs, liking this little thief, and puts the amulet back in her cloak, unbeknownst to him, she has just read his past thoughts, and was more interested in his meeting with the man with the scimitar, than the stealing of the silverware. Having got what she wanted from him, she pats him on the back. "How 'bout I buy us supper, as LONG AS you stay out of my pockets and don't steal anything from me, hmm?"

She motions the halfling to a table, and sits, holding out a gloved hand. "My name is KayLisa, Creden, have a seat." She motions the barkeep over and orders some ale. When he leaves, she pulls out a sapphire hilted dagger, mysterious runes carved on the blade, and begins to lightly scratch at the table, as she returns her attention to the halfling.
"Do you happen to know an elven bladesinger, who is seen around here from time to time?"

Neb, having had a bit too much to drink, has joined a group of other drunken people who are currently busy singing loud songs, occasionally one of them passes out.

"Elven Bladesinger, huh? Don't rightly know, seen a couple o' Elves round here lately. What's he look like? Might be able to recall more if'n I knows who we're talkin' 'bout."
Whilest he is speaking, he has his eyes fixed on the dagger, as if estimating it's value.

Once more the door swings open, and a sorcerer swarthed in black with orange trim and several small intricate patterns around the sleeves in a sapphire blue strided into the tavern.
He walked over to a table in the corner, and producing an ornate bottle with a strong spirit started to drink sombrely on his own.