...Murdock...
(ooc: This place is kind of like The Friendly Arms in Baldur's Gate, just so ya know. [img]smile.gif[/img] )
~Zahara slowed as you reached the gate, waving to the guard.~ "Just trying to stay out of the storm!" ~She exclaimed and the guards grinned and waved you both on. She turned back at you with a smile.~ "The Trails Inn, the first place I ran." ~She took a deep breath, surveying the familiar grounds before cringing as a cold drop fell on her face.~ "Oh dear, here comes the rain. Let's get inside then!" ~She tugged on your arm and led you into the tavern.~
...Mistral...
(ooc:
Men like Silas don't exist on Earth. Therefore we've got to settle for the next best thing,
the bumbling rangers!)
~Silas' voice was soft yet persuasive.~ "Those words, dear Mistral, you should never have to utter. For I would sooner take a thousand arrows to the heart than see you in anguish." ~He smiled.~ "That being said..." ~He tipped your chin up.~ "May I inquire as to why such a fair creature would tilt her head to the hells? Is it that I am too ugly to be faced? Or are your boots simply more awe-inspiring than I? For it is surely my flaw as you are more perfect than any I have gazed upon. Surely I flatter myself merely being in your presence, but it pains me so not to see your pretty face." ~There was a sheen in his eyes that told you he was up to something.~
(ooc:
That's a helluva lot of flowery elfy talk! You better save some of that for later! I'll give you a baggy for it. You want paper or plastic?
)