Lordthar Tavern (open role play)

Owl sat at the bar, drinking a beer after a long day of wandering. He sat and contemplated his life so far. Spent killing creatures that he didn't get a distinct sense of death from, and picking up large sums of money and interesting items where ever he coud. He watched the Barman and Barmaids bustling back and forth, it wasn't a busy tavern, not at this time during the day, but the staff all seemed to be wired on something. He watched one Barmaid wipe down a table for the third time since he walked in. Funny thing was, no one else had come in and sat at that table, she was just cleaning it. He decided that it had nothing to do with him and continued drinking his drink, taking in the other patrons.

The doors swing open, admitting a bruised, battered, and road-dusty Pellinore. He peers around the room from beneath the brim of his tricorn hat, and makes his way stiffly to the bar, favouring his left leg. "Rum," he growls to the barkeep, placing a gold piece on the bar's stained surface. "And keep it comin' 'till that runs out." He lifts the glass-bottomed mug in salute to Owl. "Yer health, mate." As he drinks, his free hand never seems to stray far from the hilt of his dagger.

OOC: Takes place before he had drifted into Stratos

The sky was silver gray and the air carried the scent of rain. It was not long before the first few drops turned to heavy downpour.

"Damn.." he muttered. It was senseless to attempt to continue tracking the demon now. Now he must look for shelter. The hunt will be continued in the morrow.

Soaking wet, he walked into the doors of the Lordthar Tavern. Albtraum hung his cloak on the wall and found a seat. To his left, a harmless looking human. To the right... a demon. Though this demon had shown no signs of aggression, Albtraum decided it was best to make sure everyone got the facts strait. He removed his still sheathed katana from his waste and placed it nonchalantly on the bar.

Rummaging through his pockets, he found that he was broke. So was the life of a ronin.

"Just water then sir." He said to the bartender.

Owl lifted his glass to the Demon, Pellinore. A creature he'd met in the wilderness prior to this. "And to your's Friend." He looked down the bar to the Ronin, he was feeling generous this day, though there was no reason for it, "Bar Keep, get that man anything he likes, put it on my tab." Owl had come across quite a bit of money on his travels, the bandits seemed to be loaded these days. Which was good, because their business became his business by default. He wasn't strong, this was true, but he felt his skills improving every day. He continued to drink his beer, the fire place in the Tavern was stoked and warmed the room pleasantly.