"Thank you."
Ransel let himself be taken to the back room to get cleaned up.

[ 12-15-2003, 10:10 AM: Message edited by: Bozos of Bones ]

Maelakin glances at the drunken sailor and says, "It seems she isn't interested, so if you could be kind enough to move on..."

@ Maelakin: The sailor looks at you, "I wasn't talking to you, bub." He turns back toward Ikaruga.

@ Ikaruga" "So, your a feisty one, I like that. Hows about I show you some of the sights around here, we could start upstairs."

You follow the old woman into the kitchen, where she grabs a towel, and out the back into a small alley courtyard with a well. She starts lowering a bucket into the well, then strains to pull it up.

"Here, let me help." Ransel said and moved towards the well, gripping the rope.

Maelakin responds to the Sailor saying, "Whether you were talking to me or not doesn't matter. I WAS talking to you, and I wouldn't advise going and getting yourself in some trouble right before the Captain is due back. Not exactly the smart move, is it?"

@ Ransel: The old woman steps back and smiles at you, once you have the bucket of water she starts working on you with the towel and water, taking as much mud off as she can before asking you to strip down. "Don't be modest, I've raised four sons", she says.

@ Maelakin & Ikaruga: The sailor moves closer, between you two, and puts his arms around both your shoulders. "We can all be friends" he says, slurring his words slightly, before you can react, he starts retching like he is going to vomit.

Maelakin ducks under the sailor's arm and swings out of his chair.

Ransel arched his left eyebrow, takes off his clothes while asking the woman "Four? Who sired them?"

The drunk sailor stops his gagging and retching, and staggers out without another word.

The old lady starts talking as she scrubs away. "Oh, my husband started this place near 50 years ago, he's passed on now, been four years, two of my sons run the inn now, Malcon, thats the one in there now, Facob is the other, and Knele, my youngest, he's a sailor, the other boy died as an infant, broke my heart, but I was blessed to have three grow to adulthood, my sister Graffa lost two sons..." She drones on about family, you are having a hard time paying attention.