The Drunken Sheep Inn

[Petyr 485]

OOC: This is a standard forum RP session. No OOC posts are allowed aside from this initial one. Do not participate if you have never visited the Drunken Sheep Inn in-game. Any roleplay done here will be carried into the actual game, so please refrain from posting anything silly or trolly. Do not metagame or powergame. For those who wish to conduct forum RP with us but have not visited, I will make a topic for that soon.

Petyr sits on the white sofa, warming his waterlogged boots by the hearth. He speaks to the halfling in the room.

"Aye, lad, I've come back from me journey. I meditated in solitude for a long while and found the answers I was lookin' for. A long journey it was, aye."

Petyr looks at his timepiece.

"I was gone two hundred years!?! ...Oh. I suppose some o' the water leaked in, eh. Well anyhow, as I was saying, I have returned, but don't think that I'm returnin' to reclaim the town as my own. The Thane is still Frerry. I'm gettin' a tad old fer things such as that, and I wouldn't take away what I've already given."

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Rill Hollowmead simply stares at Petyr in awe. Rill has read the works of Petyr, and hardly believes that Petyr exists. Every few minutes or so, Rill speaks a few unintelligent words, but mainly stays quiet.

[Petyr 485]

Petyr continues talking but eventually realizes that Rill is in a daze.

"C'mon, lad, let's go outside to the docks. An ale will do ye some good, methinks."

[Bowen 14]

Frerry hums cheerfully as he wanders about at ease with a shovel in hand, he sees Petyr and a jovial smile fills his face. He jogs up to him and Rill with haste, greeting them.

"Ger day ter both yers!

He looks over to Petyr and continues -

"Glad ter see yer back!"

"Wurs jers 'bou' ter go dig a burrow."

[Petyr 485]

"Wha... ye mean someone else finally knows how t'dig a burrow?" Petyr is in slight disbelief. "...well I'm blessed!"

He hands Rill a mug and prepares to fetch some ale.

[ΩMercenΩ 67]

*yawns and gets out of bed. He hears the noise outside and goes to join them.

"Hello everyone, how are ye this fine morning?"

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

* Rill holds the mug, patiently waiting for ale to be poured in it. As he waits, he begins to finally speak like a regular Halfling. *

"Well, seeing as I'm 'oldin' this ale right now... I should probably mention summthin'. In the near future, I plan te build a pub right 'ere in Branborough! I'll be servin' the best ale you'll ever drink. Any ideas fer names? I was thinkin'... The Roarin' Lion."

* Rill smiles, feeling very clever. The Roaring Lion? Who else could've come up with that!*

[Petyr 485]

Petyr pours some ale into Rill's cup.

"Well lad, this here is a brewery and a pub... we never have anyone to run it, though! And also, considerin' we don't make town members pay fer ale, methinks ye won't make much... but that's alright."

He takes a sip from his tankard.

"A name, eh. The Roarin' Lion is swell, but it's not particularly representative of ale or halflings, lad."

[ΩMercenΩ 67]

Aye I have a few idea for the town too! I want go speak with frerry about them

[Bowen 14]

Looks at Petyr and sighs lightly.

"Well, I dun exactly know 'ow. I jers try me bers."

He then looks at the other halfling and gives a welcoming smile.

"Jers you tell me yer ideas then mate."

[ΩMercenΩ 67]

"Okay so I was thinking maybe I could open a tailor shop fer th' town... and maybe a mine too. I've explored a few caves recently with Rill, and I like mining, I think I'm rather good at it! We could get more iron, and ores, it'll really help. And, we're of dwarven descent, we can be great miners if we really try!"

*Smiles, glad to get his ideas all out, and have someone listen.*

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

* Rill sighs, put down by Petyr's comment. He chugs a few large gulps of ale.

"Yes, I guess i' was a pretty stupid idea. Nevertheless... * Rill sips his mug, beginning to feel a bit woozy * I think- I- I think we...* his eyes close shut, and Rill begins to snore. *

[Petyr 485]

Petyr almost spits out his ale, cringing at the thought of halflings mining, but manages to keep his cool.

"Erm," he says, "I'm not precisely sure why ye'd want to mine, lad. Halflings originated from dwarves and humans, aye, but I'd like to thing that over the course of a thousand years, we've evolved a tad." He scratches his chin.

"I'd almost prefer ye take up thievin' as a profession. Although, in the... well nevermind."

He chuckles, stopping himself from beginning a lengthy lecture on halfling history and culture.

[ΩMercenΩ 67]

Mercen seems a but put down

"Well, I would really be the only one down there, I don't care if others join me, but I liked it down in those caves, and so many gems to....

He then sits down, and dangles his bare feet into the cool, river water.