The Silver-Tongue Inn: A TES RP

[Masked Pillow]

''You might be right, but I doubt this place has anywhere where I can make any,'' he said, looking around.

[Relics]

Harold woke up the next morning on the floor next to his bed with a bad case of cottonmouth and what he was pretty sure was a knot on his forehead. "I've got to quit drinkin'." Harold muttered to himself as he dragged himself off the floor and started gathering his equipment.

Spoiler:

If you have missed out on the three large contracts, you could always check with Geoffry about local contracts that need to be done

[Deimos]

Joric woke up with a clear head for the first time since he was 18. He slipped on his armor and gathered his equipment. Wonder if the others are up.

[The-Shadow-One]

"Very well We will need to search the area on the way." Helion said before walking off. "Sleep well." He waved, falling into a chair, sleeping.

[Relics]

Harold stumbled out of his room and headed towards the bar for something that could relieve his cottonmouth and whet his thirst. As he ordered a bottle of Alto Wine, Harold began to scowl as he pondered about his chances of survival with this contract. 5,000 septims?? There must be some sort of catch that the Jarl has conveniently forgotten to mention in the contract. Harold's scowl deepened as this new revelation dawned on him.

[Deimos]

Joric walked toward the bar. "Bad hangover?" he asked Harold rhetorically.

[Relics]

"Not after this fine bottle of wine" Harold said with a grin as he pulled the cork off the bottle with his teeth and began to take a long drag. After his cottonmouth had gone away, Harold held the wine out to Joric. "Thirsty?"

[Deimos]

Joric had a sober night for once last night so he deserved a treat. At least he thought. "Sure, I'll take some."

[Masked Pillow]

Sebastian nodded and fell asleep in a chair next to Helion's, hoping that their contract wouldn't be as dangerous as it seemed.

[Witchery]

J'skar woke up that morning, dreading what was going to happen in the day. It would take a while to travel to the Reach, and in the company of the other men, he was certain to despise every moment of it. He got his armor on, a full set of iron without the helmet, and strapped his bolts to his hip and crossbow to his back. His warhammer too was slung onto his back, and his had a simple hide parcel filled with provisions. He walked out into the inn, only to see the other two . . drinking wine. "Ah, are the Nords ready? J'skar is anxious to get started. There are barbarians and witches to kill." He said, with an odd grin on his feline face.

[Relics]

Harold turned to J'skar who was standing by the door. "Aye, I guess it's time to get going then, shall we take our leave?" Harold asked J'Skar and Joric as he started for the door.

[Witchery]

J'skar nodded. "J'skar is ready."

[The-Shadow-One]

Helion woke up the next morning, He noticed the few people at the bar, drinking and preparing. "Bugger.."

[Deimos]

Joric took one last drink. "Yeah. Let's go." He said.

[Deimos]

Spoiler:

Is this dead??

[The-Shadow-One]

Spoiler:

only dead if no one posts in character for a month.