07-02-2018, 03:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-02-2018, 03:42 AM by Magikeeper.)
Bruce smiled towards Nathaniel "I like your enthusiasm! Anything that's yours should be fair game. We'll be able to provide a number of mundane supplies as well, but I must say I don't know the specifics. As for creating a fort, most things are fine for that as well. I'd suggest explaining your construction plans to the referee before carrying it out." Bruce then turned towards Agnes as he politely motioned for everyone to follow him into the inn. "Monsieur Hadrian sent word of who his team would be this morning. I know the mademoiselle's mercenary friend set out to find out what information about them they could. I can ask for more details in the message, if you'd like! Let you get thinking about how to handle them. I can't imagine any group of great repute would knowingly work for the monsieur, if we're being frank."
The inside of the inn is packed. Most of those present seemed to be native soldiers and honey collectors, although there were more than a few tables filled with foreign mercenaries and traders.
A set of signs at the door noted the ground rules, such as "Cause fights, get the beer bounty" and "You break it, you bought three of them". This continues for quite a few rules, with the last one being "Harass the waitstaff, BEES" scrawled in what hopefully isn't blood.
Bruce heads straight for a more decorated table off to the side, waving towards a half-asleep bearded fellow nursing a tall glass of some juice or another. "Ah, Javier, I need to send a message of great import to Baron Cyprien and the lord's daughter, mademoiselle Arielle." The two speak a bit further before Javier closed his eyes and presumably went to work. Bruce turned back towards the group.
"We'll have our answers shortly! Javier and his brother have somehow figured out how to maintain a commune link in their sleep, you see, and have combined it with quite the messenger network in the deeper layers of the city."
The inside of the inn is packed. Most of those present seemed to be native soldiers and honey collectors, although there were more than a few tables filled with foreign mercenaries and traders.
A set of signs at the door noted the ground rules, such as "Cause fights, get the beer bounty" and "You break it, you bought three of them". This continues for quite a few rules, with the last one being "Harass the waitstaff, BEES" scrawled in what hopefully isn't blood.
Bruce heads straight for a more decorated table off to the side, waving towards a half-asleep bearded fellow nursing a tall glass of some juice or another. "Ah, Javier, I need to send a message of great import to Baron Cyprien and the lord's daughter, mademoiselle Arielle." The two speak a bit further before Javier closed his eyes and presumably went to work. Bruce turned back towards the group.
"We'll have our answers shortly! Javier and his brother have somehow figured out how to maintain a commune link in their sleep, you see, and have combined it with quite the messenger network in the deeper layers of the city."