[Let's Test Driving]

[dontcallmedarling]

[Well, you've certainly lost you way, haven't you? By one way or another, you lost your path, and only now do you find yourself back to civilization. Well, kind of.

Whereever you were, you now find yourself at a tavern. There's shelllfish decorations everywhere, hearty patrons that look like they're straight from a renassiance faire, and lobster.

Hooo boy, is there lobster, and plenty of it. In fact, there's a bunch piled up, almost buffet style, at the front counter, next to a boisterous young man in armor that almost dwarfs him, taking a bite of the steamed seafood.]

Great meal as always, Lobby, though the ale's still watered down! I thought you guys were working on gettin' something with a bit more kick to it?


[Well, there's food and drink, and maybe the guy in travelling garb and armor can tell you where the hell you ended up.]

Comments

[foxpas]

[i'm a tiny foxgirl with a sword bigger than i am

i think i'm not supposed to be here]

... Um, this doesn't look like Henwen at all, does it.

[artesmagicae]

[ Why would he ask questions about something silly like the dimension he's in?

He immediately settles down on the edge of the table, grabbing a plate of lobster. This was yours? Too bad. ]

Uhwaaah, such cruel insults against their professional pride, the pride of the budding alcoholic merchant! Will it inspire them, or will you wake up in a ditch with tragically little to your name?

[heirtrigger]

[Maratris hasn't so much as lost her way as she has come on this way on an exploratory mission from that fledgling new country, south of Brevoy in what used to be the Stolen Lands. Mostly looking for places that would be good to trade with.

Or maybe she's more lost than she's aware of. Things look pretty normal to her, even down to the assholes giving her flack for the whole tiefling thing.

She's done her best to talk it off, but charisma has never been her strong suit, so when in doubt, do something nonlethal. However, what she does doesn't really look nonlethal, given that she's shoving a paper cartridge into a dragon-headed pistol and aiming it at her hassler. He looks surprised, but then goes down when she pulls the trigger and a blast of color smacks the guy square in the face.]

...warned him.

[crimsonbloom]

[ You have another short girl with a sword busy eating lobster. A maybe staring at you, because she sure hasn't seen armour like this before. ]

What's ale?

[ Asking the important questions. ]