[4153890] JackelKight (US1) [None] :: Oct. 12, 2015, 1:41 a.m.

*A sharp nip woke Raz up, his wallet was back.*

"well its nice to see that you back."

*the pocket book just zig around the rom for a few minutes before returning to Raz and lay in his hand. He slip it into his back pocket.*

"Wonder what's today's special is."

*with that Raz went down stairs.*

[4154633] joseph719 (US1) [US1] :: Oct. 12, 2015, 4:05 p.m.

lol grace, you mean that you are always drinking coffee?

Todays special is My Main Mans Monday Montrage, with oranges, coffee, 3 types of donuts, and a banana!

[4154944] JackelKight (US1) [None] :: Oct. 12, 2015, 8:49 p.m.

*Raz came downstairs and over hear Joe and his stomach rumbled*

"I take two specials"

[4155134] Dan o Shanter (US1) [None] :: Oct. 13, 2015, 5:18 a.m.

*pounces on stray coffee bean*

*bats around pub for a few moments; grows bored*

*eats coffee bean*

More please.

*bats donut off tray; rolls it into large crack by the fireplace*

*donut disappears; a few moments later, link of sausage rolls out of crack*

*eats sausage*

Breakfast. Now, about getting some more coffee...

[4155979] joseph719 (US1) [US1] :: Oct. 13, 2015, 6:12 p.m.

sheesh raz, somebodies hungry...

*notices cat drinking coffee* uhoh, um, if anyone is scared off a hyped up cat, you might wanna run... either that or bribe with catnip...

[4156213] JackelKight (US1) [None] :: Oct. 13, 2015, 10:20 p.m.

*Raz smiles*

"Think I forgot to eat diner, not sure but pretty sure"

*squints at cat*

"think I should be fine cats don't bug lizard folk too much."

*crumble a piece of catnip into cat's coffee anyways*

[4156316] InsaneDuckling (GB1) [None] :: Oct. 14, 2015, 12:52 a.m.

*Dozes off on table*

[4156371] Dan o Shanter (US1) [None] :: Oct. 14, 2015, 2:59 a.m.

*sips coffee with catnip*

Oh YEAH. Now this reminds me of some of my temple rituals back at Bubastis; very INTERESTING sorts of catnip there...

*chugs rest of mug*

Hey Joe, whyn't ya fix up some sausage and griddlecakes for our friend here? Actually, everybody. Um. Who wants 'em.

*whispers to self: "Mmm...would birds eat that kind of thing?")*

*rewhispers self: "Oh, well, if not, there'll be some extra around. Kind of hungry for some reason...")

[4157145] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 14, 2015, 1:04 p.m.

A lone stranger walks in, a crisp, white cowl covering his surprisingly young features for the eighty-eight year old man that he is - in fact, he appears only in his early twenties. A white cloak flowed behind him as the walked, revealing a white leather tunic and fine, linen trousers of the same shade with white leather boots to match. the fetching of thirty arrows protruded from a white quiver on the man's back. The bow was not in sight, however the hilt of a shortsword could be seen under the long, flowing cape.

The man approaches the bar, eyeing the various customers as he goes. He could make out a few familiar faces. Upon approaching the bar, the white clad man flicked a few coins onto the table.

"A cup of coffee, if you will, bartender." He said, his voice low and slightly ominous.

[4158669] JackelKight (US1) [None] :: Oct. 15, 2015, 9:13 a.m.

*Raz stars at new comer who looks too familiar. Something in the way he walk just nudged at the edge of Raz's mind. His instincts were yelling flee, but he stayed his round. Then suddenly it all came back to him and he gasped*

"You the mage who curse my pocket book."

*crud shouldn't of mention that fail pickpocketing attempt...*

[4158870] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 15, 2015, 11:42 a.m.

The white clad man stood silently for a while, considering his next move carefully.

"I have not any idea of what you are talking about," he explained, picking his words cautiously so as not to provoke the bartender, "I am but a weary traveller seeking some refreshments and a place to rest for a while."

[4158894] InsaneDuckling (GB1) [None] :: Oct. 15, 2015, 11:57 a.m.

K K! Over here! *Waves frantically from other side of the Pub*

And yes, I somehow woke up miraculously. Doesn't make sense, but neither does anythng in RP threads.

[4158916] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 15, 2015, 12:16 p.m.

The white clad man smiled under the dark shadows of his cowl. With a single flowing sweep he flick off the linen hood, revealing the young, fresh face of a twenty-two year old man. His dark brown hair, tousled by the hood, matched his hazel, piercing eyes.

"Good day to you, Miss Grace." Sher Foster greeted.

[4159873] InsaneDuckling (GB1) [None] :: Oct. 15, 2015, 10:28 p.m.

Hellow Sher! Where's K K?

[4160255] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 16, 2015, 10:41 a.m.

"He's just outside the town, getting his package from the mail couriers," Sher explained, "He should be here soon."

[4161695] joseph719 (US1) [US1] :: Oct. 16, 2015, 8:04 p.m.

ok, so a order of pancakes or griddle something from my cat (guess shes talks now, either that or I got a bit to much to drink again)

and something special for Mr white clad young and handesome hisself, well here ya go kind a sir, on the house! bar, stables... thing...

*whispers to self so raz cant here* pocketbook.. heh, that dang thing deserves to be burned...

[4161921] JackelKight (US1) [None] :: Oct. 16, 2015, 11:42 p.m.

*Raz grimaced and mutters back to the young white robed man*

"Sorry Failed to pick pocket a young white robed mage looks a lot like you sir. Cursed with a living pocket book ever since."

*shrugs*

"Can't get rid of it, can't destroy it, but at less I don't lose my money"

[4162359] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 17, 2015, 10:04 a.m.

"I not a problem," Sher said to Raz, "There are a lot of men who wear white these days."

Sher accepts the cup of coffee from the bartender and nods his thanks just as a second white clad man walks in through the door, balancing a pile of boxes in his arms.

I spot Sher sitting by the bar and shuffle over to him, careful not to tip the fragile packages over. "Happy Birthday Sher."

Sher smiles. "Oh, goody. You remember."

[4162633] InsaneDuckling (GB1) [None] :: Oct. 17, 2015, 11:52 a.m.

K K! Finally!

[4162744] K K (US1) [None] :: Oct. 17, 2015, 12:51 p.m.

"Hello Grace." I say, awkwardly balancing the fragile packages. "Good to see you."

Sher quickly helps me put the boxes down onto the wooden floor. "Are these all for me?"

"Not at all," I reply, "These two are for me. And this is the cake. I trust that you have rented rooms upstairs?"

Sher smiled innocently. "Not at all." He turned to the bartender. "Any rooms available, Sir?"

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