Glory findel though not knowing Eruwen that well decides to help and fetches a damp cloth for Eruwen's head, and also some willow bark tea since he figured she would have a headache as well as a massive bruise.
OOC: woops my mistake,edited.
Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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OOC: Eruwen has a bump and is unconcious, not Laurel... although I'm sure she has a headache.
Eva gets Laurel to a table as Glory findel comes over with willow bark tea that she did not remember brewing, but probably had. This place could do that to a girl... "Now, Laurel, why is Eruwen unconcious? What happened?"
Eva gets Laurel to a table as Glory findel comes over with willow bark tea that she did not remember brewing, but probably had. This place could do that to a girl... "Now, Laurel, why is Eruwen unconcious? What happened?"
Lightfoot was watching all this from her corner in the main room. So far, she had gone unnoticed, for the most part...she rather enjoyed it. Her pipe was her company, as it had been many times before. She scanned the area, shaking her head slightly. Too little ale would make you like Lightfoot.
As Glory lays the damp cloth on Eruwen's now rather large forehead she begins to fall in and out of conciousness. "Good sign Laurel she's begining to come around, ooo that bump does't look to good though, if there's any around somebody might want to get a steak, it'll help to bring the swelling down."
Eruwen started to wake up when she heard that someone wanted to put a slab of meat on her forehead. ’No, no, no’steak belongs in my mouth, not on my face,’ said Eruwen weakly. She attempted to sit up, but her head started spinning again, and she fell back to the floor. She placed her hand on her head and wincing from the touch, felt a large bump.
’What in the world happened?’ she said as she slowly opened her eyes to a sea of faces staring down at her. Quickly covering her own face, she cried, ’No! Don’t hurt me! Haven't I gone through enough? I swear I didn't mean to do it. I swear.’
But just as she did this, she recognized one friendly face and slowly peeked out from behind her hands, ’Ah, Laurel’I was going to get you water. Wasn’t I? Did I ever make it?’ She suddenly felt silly by her reaction, and with her head throbbing, begged Grondy for a shot of Warg Whiskey to lessen the pain, all the pain.
OOC: Hi Glory! Just as a small sidenote, you can't determine when I am coming in and out of consciousness, k?
’What in the world happened?’ she said as she slowly opened her eyes to a sea of faces staring down at her. Quickly covering her own face, she cried, ’No! Don’t hurt me! Haven't I gone through enough? I swear I didn't mean to do it. I swear.’
But just as she did this, she recognized one friendly face and slowly peeked out from behind her hands, ’Ah, Laurel’I was going to get you water. Wasn’t I? Did I ever make it?’ She suddenly felt silly by her reaction, and with her head throbbing, begged Grondy for a shot of Warg Whiskey to lessen the pain, all the pain.
OOC: Hi Glory! Just as a small sidenote, you can't determine when I am coming in and out of consciousness, k?
what does "OOC" mean?
and glory what Eruwen meant was you can't controll what other people do, without their permission first.
and glory what Eruwen meant was you can't controll what other people do, without their permission first.
OOC:sorry, i didn't know, it means out of character i think
Grondy brews some more tea, places a few tankards of Gimli's Finest on the bar, and adds a couple shot glasses of whiskey there too. "I've done lost track of who ordered what, so you'll have to fetch yer own drinks from the rows there on the bar, at least 'til the hired help sorts itself out." Then he picks up Loni and ties her in a chair so she can't abscond with the other customers' drinks, especially as they aren't yet paid for.
When he has her all shipshape, he pours himself out some tea into a fine white bone china teacup that used to be the prized posession of his mum, and he takes a breather as he sips his tea. "Ahh, that do hit the spot."
When he has her all shipshape, he pours himself out some tea into a fine white bone china teacup that used to be the prized posession of his mum, and he takes a breather as he sips his tea. "Ahh, that do hit the spot."
Amari’ returns from feeding her creatures, humming happily as she comes through the door. She looks around the inn and at Loni tied up on the chair and Grondy looksing unusually relaxed. "So empty in here. Oh look, a long line of drinks! Goody!"
As she bends down to get a glass, something red with big eyes stick its head out of at the back of her jacket and sniffs into the air and starts to squirm.
"Ouch, ay, will you be still? He smells the tea, he is a chineese dragon." The long, slender dragon climbes out, jumps down and sits down infront of Grondy, watching the cup. "He won't burn anything, but he is nice and warm and works well as a scarf when it is cold."
Amari’ looks up at the ceiling wich bends from the weight from the crowd of people upstairs. "Ok, what is going on and how many people are up there?" She whistles for the troll guarding the door to come and help hold the ceiling untill they had finished up there. She sits down, scratches the dragon behind the ears and sips to her drink. There was enough people up there, she could wait.
As she bends down to get a glass, something red with big eyes stick its head out of at the back of her jacket and sniffs into the air and starts to squirm.
"Ouch, ay, will you be still? He smells the tea, he is a chineese dragon." The long, slender dragon climbes out, jumps down and sits down infront of Grondy, watching the cup. "He won't burn anything, but he is nice and warm and works well as a scarf when it is cold."
Amari’ looks up at the ceiling wich bends from the weight from the crowd of people upstairs. "Ok, what is going on and how many people are up there?" She whistles for the troll guarding the door to come and help hold the ceiling untill they had finished up there. She sits down, scratches the dragon behind the ears and sips to her drink. There was enough people up there, she could wait.
Eth entered the pub, and plopped himself down at the bar. He looked tired as heck.
"Hello everyone. Grondy, gimme one of your finest."
"Hello everyone. Grondy, gimme one of your finest."
OOC: Yep, OOC does mean "Out of Character."
Oh and Laurel...I meant to say, "OUCH!" You really have done that before? Hit your head on a door and knocked yourself out, I mean!? Man, I've come close to running into poles while reading, but have never actually done it. And I'm too short to hit my head on actual ceiling beams
Oh and Laurel...I meant to say, "OUCH!" You really have done that before? Hit your head on a door and knocked yourself out, I mean!? Man, I've come close to running into poles while reading, but have never actually done it. And I'm too short to hit my head on actual ceiling beams
*Steps inside*
"Hello everyone! Been a bit busy lately, back at the ole mines if ya know what I mean!
Let's have a pint of old Mountain Grog and hear the latest news, don't be keepin' Stoney in the dark now!"
"Hello everyone! Been a bit busy lately, back at the ole mines if ya know what I mean!
Let's have a pint of old Mountain Grog and hear the latest news, don't be keepin' Stoney in the dark now!"
Yes, really, when my daughter was first born, one night I was having a nightmare, and she woke up crying, so I was running to her because in my dream, she was in danger somehow(don't remember) and I ran smack dab into our open bedroom door and passed out for a few minutes! Luckily, I didn't have a concussion or anything, just a nasty headache and matching egg on my forehead! That's what you get when you are clumsy and half-asleep, I guess...
Laurel noticed the amount of good-intentioned folks in the hallway, crowding over the waking Eruwen, and shouted out,"Alright, I think she'll live! Now everyone go back to your drinks and enjoy what's left of the day, or evening, which is it? I've no idea even what day it is! Thank you for your help with Miss Eruwen here. Eva! Good lord, I'm sorry. This was supposed to be your day off, was it not? I drank too much...anyway. There are a lot o' customers, I'll help you out this evenin' and tomorrow you can have your day. Miss Eruwen, are you alright? I was so worried when I saw you...then everyone came running to your aide, and I..." She trailed off blankly. "Let's get you some grub Eruwen, eh Eva, what do you think, Troll-Sausage Stew or Mumak Lasagna?"
Hi Stoney! Long time no see! Good to have you.
Laurel noticed the amount of good-intentioned folks in the hallway, crowding over the waking Eruwen, and shouted out,"Alright, I think she'll live! Now everyone go back to your drinks and enjoy what's left of the day, or evening, which is it? I've no idea even what day it is! Thank you for your help with Miss Eruwen here. Eva! Good lord, I'm sorry. This was supposed to be your day off, was it not? I drank too much...anyway. There are a lot o' customers, I'll help you out this evenin' and tomorrow you can have your day. Miss Eruwen, are you alright? I was so worried when I saw you...then everyone came running to your aide, and I..." She trailed off blankly. "Let's get you some grub Eruwen, eh Eva, what do you think, Troll-Sausage Stew or Mumak Lasagna?"
Hi Stoney! Long time no see! Good to have you.
"Yep, thank you Laurel, didn't like being away.....just have been to tired to get the ole fingers typing!"
"Actually, I think there may still be some barley beef soup left... otherwise, we should probably go for the lasagna, since soup and stew are kind of similar..."
Good old Eearendil just barelly noticed all the stuff, since he was now drinking his beer with that old mate of his, Beren, and discussing about the rules of the tossing competitions, as Ear argued it had to be dwarves that were tossed, and Beren said Hobbits... So Ear told him to remember the old record holder on dwarf tossing, great Legolas, when he invented the dwarf tossing, at Helm’s Deep battle... What a nice record had that been!!! no elf or man had ever got a dwarf tossed so far!!! They wondered how the dwarf tossing ever became elf-tossing..a topic in which neither agreed.... "It is a matter of size.." said Earendil... "nope, it is in fact the weight that provides more kinetic energy mate.." argued Beren back.....And that was the topic for the conversation.. as both were specting the official announce of the beginning of the tossing game.. would it be elf tossin? of warf tossing? who knows..
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of warf tossing?
of warf tossing?
"I think I've heard of Worf. Big fellow with head ridges, isn't he? I don't think that you would be able to toss him- he'd probably get you with his bat'leth if you tried.
But you'll have to talk to Loni about tossing competitions- and I think Mr. Grondy prefers it if you get their consent first, or at least maneuver them into signing a waiver, so he isn't held responsible...""Wait." said Glory findel over hearing Earendil and Beren's convorsation, "I think dwarf-tossing and elf-tossin compititions are the same game, just different levels of difficulty, thats the way I've always played anyways...so if you want to start one I'd say start with the elves then move on to the dwarves."
"Here you go Etharion, a tankard of Gimli's Finest; and for you old Rock Hat, a pint of Old Mountain Grog. Where you guys been keeping yourselves?
Nice throat warmer Ms. Amarie, I assume its housebroken. What's it like to eat?" he adds giving it a couple scratches behind its horns. "That there commotion upstairs sounds like somebody had their head up in the clouds and tried to take out a lintel as they was passing by. I told Gimli he shouldn't allow the big folks in the Inn's hobbit wing, but no, he says we's got to put 'em where there's room."
Nice throat warmer Ms. Amarie, I assume its housebroken. What's it like to eat?" he adds giving it a couple scratches behind its horns. "That there commotion upstairs sounds like somebody had their head up in the clouds and tried to take out a lintel as they was passing by. I told Gimli he shouldn't allow the big folks in the Inn's hobbit wing, but no, he says we's got to put 'em where there's room."
I hear you Gloryfindel, and i agree..
Respectfully added Ear, and so did Beren afew moments later....
"but then again i am a Man, so i dont mind throwing either elf or dwarf... but i think we really should get to an agreement with the little fellows, i mean, the dwarves, so now, lets finish this pint, and lets talk with them.... but watch your heads.... tee hee..
Respectfully added Ear, and so did Beren afew moments later....
"but then again i am a Man, so i dont mind throwing either elf or dwarf... but i think we really should get to an agreement with the little fellows, i mean, the dwarves, so now, lets finish this pint, and lets talk with them.... but watch your heads.... tee hee..
I agree with you Grond, it is rather frightening that roof there, how much weight can it stand...I better go up there and tell them to spread out more before the roof cracks like an outside beer tank on a warm day in January!
And yes I do think we should include the dwarves in the talk bout the tossing comps now Earendil.
And yes I do think we should include the dwarves in the talk bout the tossing comps now Earendil.
"What's this talk about dwarves?!" Ham yelled approaching. "If you have something to say about us dwarves, tell it to our faces!" Ham obviously walked in on a conversation of which he didn't know what was going on.
Well, my dear friend, to tell you the truth, we came here and someone was already orginizing this comp... about elf tossin, and we were arguing if it would be better to make a dward tossing rather than elf tossing... and that is it so far...Now, we have to come to an agreement with you and your mates, how shall we start, by tossing elves or dwarves" explained Beren... Earendil and Gloryfindel were around listening to what the dwarves would say...
OOC: I know my english i just not perfect, so you would excuse me on the matters or verbs and how are used. thanks.
OOC: I know my english i just not perfect, so you would excuse me on the matters or verbs and how are used. thanks.
O we ment no offence Ham, we were just saying that if we're going to have a talk of dwarf-tossing compitition then we should include the dwarves in it, so you can join us if you'ld like.
Don't worry, Earendil-we are thrilled to have so many different cultures and nationalities represented here on PT, so everyone should be very forgiving of any grammar mistakes-if they are not, send them my way... 
"What's all this?" said the dwarf, trying to pretend to be sober. "DWARF TOSSINg? What a bad idea!!" she staggered. "Elves are WAAAY better!!! They scream more and they don't kill you afterwards!!!!! And besides... I don't want to be tossed!!!" She staggered again. It didn't seem she would even notice if she was tossed. "ELF TOSSING!!! ELF TOSSING!!!" she called, and then wen tover to the other side of the room to try and persuade some elves to enter the elf-tossing competition.
Eruwen stood up very slowly, clutching on to anything and everyone around her. ’Ooohhh,’ she groaned, ’I don’t think my head will allow my stomach to handle food right now.’ She looked over at Laurel, ’Wasn’t I supposed to be helping you? Hmmm’funny how the tables have turned,’ she chuckled and then clutched her head in pain as the sound of her own voice echoed through her head.
After making her way down the stairs, lowering her head at all the crossbeams, she saw her Warg Whiskey sitting on the bar. ’Now that’s what I need!’ She carefully and deliberately threw back a few shots and felt instantly warm inside. ’Much better,’ she sighed, finding a seat at a table. She looked at the person next to her and realized it was Amarie, with...with a dragon around her neck?! She rubbed her eyes to make sure the bump on her head wasn't affecting her vision.
She then heard all the conversations about dwarf and elf tossing, and buried her head in arms. Ugh, what have I started?!
After making her way down the stairs, lowering her head at all the crossbeams, she saw her Warg Whiskey sitting on the bar. ’Now that’s what I need!’ She carefully and deliberately threw back a few shots and felt instantly warm inside. ’Much better,’ she sighed, finding a seat at a table. She looked at the person next to her and realized it was Amarie, with...with a dragon around her neck?! She rubbed her eyes to make sure the bump on her head wasn't affecting her vision.
She then heard all the conversations about dwarf and elf tossing, and buried her head in arms. Ugh, what have I started?!
"Well, let's alternate! Dwarf then elf and so on. I nominate the drunken dwarf over there to be tossed first!" Ham said pointing at Loni.
"Okay!" Grondy says, "but take it outside to the courtyard, or better yet, to the stable yard where the ground is softer; though if you drop one there, you'll have to hose it off afore you can bring it back inside," he adds with a grin.
"I wanna be tossed, i wanna be tossed!!!" argued Beren..
"Nah, you are way to human to be tossed, that is just not funny you know Beren?"replied Earendill.. Besides.. you human live such short lives, if you get injured, you take too long to heal"
"I wanna be tossed, i wanna be tossed!!! Toss me Ham, or Gloryfindel, or Grondy! toss me toss me..." cried out Beren...
"Sorry pal, no can do.... you came way to late to this world...men are too fragil..It is a strong NO, and end of discussion, wanna toss someone? go ahead, but noone here is gonna toss you, that is just not funny...." Replied back Earendill...
"so, are we gonna toss someone or not?" cried out Earendill...
Beren walked towards the bar with a bad mood face....
"to throw, or not to thow, that is the question...!" he muttered before emptiing his pint o beer
"Nah, you are way to human to be tossed, that is just not funny you know Beren?"replied Earendill.. Besides.. you human live such short lives, if you get injured, you take too long to heal"
"I wanna be tossed, i wanna be tossed!!! Toss me Ham, or Gloryfindel, or Grondy! toss me toss me..." cried out Beren...
"Sorry pal, no can do.... you came way to late to this world...men are too fragil..It is a strong NO, and end of discussion, wanna toss someone? go ahead, but noone here is gonna toss you, that is just not funny...." Replied back Earendill...
"so, are we gonna toss someone or not?" cried out Earendill...
Beren walked towards the bar with a bad mood face....
"to throw, or not to thow, that is the question...!" he muttered before emptiing his pint o beer
Laurel emerged from the servant's wing of the inn to find a ruckus had developed whilst she had been attending herself and Eruwen. Someone was yelling about dwarf or elf tossing competitions, the air was as thick as pea soup, Amarie was seated with a live dragon around her neck and there was a larger crowd than she had seen here in a while. Maybe there would be some excitement after all-she was glad she had stayed to see it all! She found her way over to the bar and picked up one of the random drinks lined up, gulped it down and smiling said, "Here we go again-bottoms up!" Then she made her way over to the tables to clean up various empty glasses and dishes laying about. It was then that she noticed Sir Stonehelm. "Why, Sir Stoney! So great to see you again, sir! What a night you picked, too! Are you hungry? Well, I'll be back, I've got to check in with Sir Grondy..." Laurel was afraid of what her employer might say about her escapades and approached him slowly. "Sir? Can I have a word with ya?"
Ham lifted Earendill off the ground with amazing strength for such a small person. He carried him over his shoulders to the stables where they were told to go for the tossing contests. "I sure hope we aren't the only ones participating in this contest! I sure would've thought that other dwarf in there that constantly passes out would've loved to toss some elves....she talks of it all the time!"
Damn you, dwarf....Ham, mate, you could at least wait till all the competitors are gathered here, right? besides, we have not decided if we start with the elf tossing or the warf tossin, got it? Now, dont be so stubborn and put me down while the others get here, now, here, take this so you can warm up....- Earendill gave Ham a strange package that lied besides the inn door, it was about 40 kg at least......
Beren inside, trying to get his bad mood away, approached Amarie "Hey fair lady, if you excuse, i would love to know about that nice necklace you have got, lovely dragon.. it seems so different from the ones i used to know, and the ones Ear used to hunt... so different from old Glaurung, if it is not much of a wish, would you speak to me and tell me bout this little fellow?"
Beren inside, trying to get his bad mood away, approached Amarie "Hey fair lady, if you excuse, i would love to know about that nice necklace you have got, lovely dragon.. it seems so different from the ones i used to know, and the ones Ear used to hunt... so different from old Glaurung, if it is not much of a wish, would you speak to me and tell me bout this little fellow?"
"What in Eru's name is this?" Ham said, observing the package. "I'm leaving it for you. I don't exactly trust someone that hands me something rather large and doesn't say what it is."
Rhapsody chuckled and almost choked. The line I don't exactly trust someone that hands me something rather large and doesn't say what it is.. reminded her of something..
"Why sure Laurel, come on out to the kitchen. What have you done to your hair, it looks different?"
Laurel followed Grondy back into the kitchen. "My hair? Oh, I haven't brushed it and it may have...something in it. Sir, last night I drank way too much o' me family-recipe hooch I have stowed away in my room, and I passed out good, Sir and I missed my whole day's worth of duty today, making poor Eva attend to all this madness herself. And I'm so sorry, please Sir, if you just give me another chance, I'll..." She trailed off as a man ran screaming through the kitchen and out the rear door. "Strange things afoot tonight, Sir."
LOL, Rhapsody, a lot of different things come to mind on that one...
LOL, Rhapsody, a lot of different things come to mind on that one...
Earendill said "well, mister dwarf, it does not moves, therefore i think it wont bite you... muahahaha that reminds me... of a package i found once, it contained a death orc.. i used it to scare the name out of a band of orcs that wandered about my place.. you should have seen their faces when thes saw the damned thing walking towards them, they were stunned, and when the thing ripped of his head and kept walking, they ran off as if Morgont himself was after them! i am so good with puppets.." added while pulling an edge of the rags that wrapped the thing...
"Wait, no, stop!!!!" yelled a desperate voice behind them, from the inn, while Earendill prepared to kick the rags..
it was too late, Earendill had his foot right in the middle of it just at the end of the warning...He just replied.."what on middle earth....."
"Wait, no, stop!!!!" yelled a desperate voice behind them, from the inn, while Earendill prepared to kick the rags..
it was too late, Earendill had his foot right in the middle of it just at the end of the warning...He just replied.."what on middle earth....."
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LOL, Rhapsody, a lot of different things come to mind on that one...
LOL, Rhapsody, a lot of different things come to mind on that one...
I know!! I am behaving, I really am...
Rhapsody watched in amusement the bewildered face of Earendil. It surely was the least he expected....
"Very stange things Laurel, I wonder if it has something to do with the moon's phase or the number of hairs on a flea's nose? " Grondy replied. "Now to get back to our perdikimint: Me thinks you ought to go finish cleaning yourself up and then lend a hand with serving the customers for the rest of the night no matter how you feel now, and let this be a lesson to you.
Speaking of lessons, I remember the bright Sunday morning I came back home from a Saturday night on the town, and at ten hay'em I was still sicker than a dog. Did me pappy put me to bed and allow me to sleep it off? No way, he put a hoe in me hands and set me to a hoeing weeds around his tater plants on that hot summer morning with nary a cloud in the sky. Gad , I thought I'd die!
At noon he finally said I could call it a day. I learned me lesson that day and ever since I limited meself to three drinks spread out over an entire evening, which meant I could always wake up with nary a hangover, never ever having to worry about whether I done something me mother would have been ashamed of.
So off with ye girl, and think about it, as you're a slaving out there tonight, and we'll speak no more of it."
Speaking of lessons, I remember the bright Sunday morning I came back home from a Saturday night on the town, and at ten hay'em I was still sicker than a dog. Did me pappy put me to bed and allow me to sleep it off? No way, he put a hoe in me hands and set me to a hoeing weeds around his tater plants on that hot summer morning with nary a cloud in the sky. Gad , I thought I'd die!
At noon he finally said I could call it a day. I learned me lesson that day and ever since I limited meself to three drinks spread out over an entire evening, which meant I could always wake up with nary a hangover, never ever having to worry about whether I done something me mother would have been ashamed of.
So off with ye girl, and think about it, as you're a slaving out there tonight, and we'll speak no more of it."
Meanwhile, the dwarf was cackling away in the corner.
"HANGOVERS!!!! HANGOVERS!!!!!" For she, as we all know, did not get them. Then suddenly she looked thoughtful. "What's a hangover feel like?" she wondered. "I WANNA HANGOVER!!! I WANNA HANGOVER!!!"
(Some dwarves are really stupid)
"HANGOVERS!!!! HANGOVERS!!!!!" For she, as we all know, did not get them. Then suddenly she looked thoughtful. "What's a hangover feel like?" she wondered. "I WANNA HANGOVER!!! I WANNA HANGOVER!!!"
(Some dwarves are really stupid)
"Thank you, Grondy. You are too kind." Laurel went and bathed, dressed in her nicest wench dress, the azure velvet one with the least amount of holes, tied her long black hair back, and went back out into the craziness of the inn. She bustled about, serving drinks, cleaning random messes, and bringing the inebriated guests some food when they needed it. When she got a spare moment, she settled into a chair opposite Miss Rhapsody. "What a night, eh? Reminds me of the Mad Hare Pub in the White City...Ever venture there?", she said to her. Laurel had hardly been able to converse with any of the patrons of late and felt as though she needed to catch up with everyone.
Lightfoot glanced to Loni and blinked. She tried to focus on the dwarf's words, but couldn't concentrate. Everything was in a blur to her. She managed to douse her pipe and put it away before sinking slowly into her chair and laying still. She fainted and was out before she slid off the chair and to the ground.
"The White city, ah yes. I have been there alright, presuming you mean Minas Tirith and not Gondolin? Pray tell mistress: any idea when Earendil will realize what was in that package, or does he need a hand with it? He has been awfully silent." Rhapsody smiled before she drank more of the mead she got served. She had seen many taverns, but this one was surely bustling of energy.
Glory findel was sitting at a table with his drink in hand when he saw Lightfoot collapse in the corner."Um,er." He walked over looking at her face, she had fainted, he proped her up on her chair and looked around to see if anyone was coming. "Uh,hello? Hello? Does anyone know what just happened to 'er, I think some one should do something..."
"Here's a bucket of water for ya Glory, ifen ya want to wake her. Personally, even though she's a paying customer, I've found the best practice is to let sleeping logs lie, else one might be picking splinters from their hair or hat, put there by an irrate chair wielder."
Ah, well put, maybe she just fell asleep, who knows. But if she doesn't wake up we should start to point fingers somewhere...
"Maybe at you, Glory Findel?" Laurel said as she was getting up from her spot at Rhapsody's table and overheard his bantering. "She'll be alright, maybe she just needs some time..." Laurel decided that it was time to stir up the nightly meal for the inn's patrons, so she made her way back to the kitchen. As she looked about for Eva Lilith, she heard a faint whimpering noise coming from inside the dumbwaiter. "Hello?" She hollered down the dumbwaiter shaft, but she got no answer. "Someone there?" She did not like the feeling she got from the whimpering. "Maybe this old inn be haunted..." Laurel left the kitchen in a big hurry and went over to Grondmaster. "Sir, are there ghosts in this old inn? Someone, or something, is crying in the dumbwaiter shaft..."
"ADREIA FAINTED!!! Wonder if she's soft enough to sit on." said the dwarf, and sat on her.
Finaille chuckled as Loni sat on the poor elf. She waited patiently for Eva to return as she sat down at the bar and ordered some water. She needed a job badly, before she would have to move again.
