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Post by Mierin on Mar 7, 2008 23:06:44 GMT -5
Featuring the best steak and ribs this side of Timoro.
Bobbi is a rather large, hairy and fat guy who is rather jovial and is the cook. His wife Marla tends to the bar. Together they have 2 sets of triplet girls aged 23 and 17 they act as the place maids and waitresses.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 26, 2008 12:19:41 GMT -5
Derik walks into the restaurant and looks around, blinking as he adjusts to the light and the two girls that seem impossibly able to move in and out of the kitchen with such speed.
Also, he looks for the young woman he had seen walk in. She looked just mysterious enough to draw attention, and he didn't want people drawing attention around him, in case he found work.
Looking around, he tries to spy out a table that can seat the Dragonman without getting too many looks. Maybe if his back was to the restaurant. He considers.
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Post by kurff on Mar 26, 2008 14:51:08 GMT -5
"ma'm, is there a privite room or more secluded area a party can sit in. One of them may draw additonal attention that he would like to avoid." Kurff asked as approached the bar.
He knew most places to have a private or secret room thieves and other seeking a private place to meet in. The young rogue hoped this place had such a room.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 26, 2008 20:25:10 GMT -5
Derik turns his attention from the room to the young boy, and quietly waits, not-so-subtly realizing he's still armed and carrying his gear. I should find another place for the night, just so I have two places I can go.
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Post by dakota on Mar 26, 2008 23:59:43 GMT -5
D'fel tried to hide his displeasure with Kurff request for a private room, and let his tail drop to the floor with a bit of a thump. " That is unnecessary, friend Kurff. I have no reason to hide from the other diners. Unless you are ashamed to be seen with one such as myself, then let us choose a table and order our meals."
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Post by kurff on Mar 27, 2008 15:53:07 GMT -5
D'fel tried to hide his displeasure with Kurff request for a private room, and let his tail drop to the floor with a bit of a thump. " That is unnecessary, friend Kurff. I have no reason to hide from the other diners. Unless you are ashamed to be seen with one such as myself, then let us choose a table and order our meals." "It was not out shame. I'm used to having to get such arrangements for other adventurers. You never know who may be listening in." he replied as he looked up at D'fel. "I meant no offense to you, as the request was more for me. Old habits die hard, we 'shadow born' like to avoid crowds...." he shrugged once away from the bar keeper. |
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 27, 2008 15:57:11 GMT -5
"Please." Says Derik in Elvish, looking around. "There is no need to create a scene. There may yet be even a table we can sit at."
If a waitress arrives, he'll say, in his most touristy Elvish, "Take me to your dinner table, please."
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Post by Mierin on Mar 27, 2008 16:03:28 GMT -5
(Derik)
You do notice the woman you'd seen earlier at the gates. She is sitting at the bar, chatting with Marla, the bartender sipping a drink and eating chicken with potato and vegetables on the side. It's obvious that the woman has been there before and is friends with Marla and her family.
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Post by dakota on Mar 28, 2008 1:17:16 GMT -5
" Oh, I am mistaken." Kurff replied, " I am sorry friend Kurff." He turned to Derik and switched languages," I am afraid my appearance is usually enough of a scene. "
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Post by kurff on Mar 28, 2008 14:55:38 GMT -5
" Oh, I am mistaken." Kurff replied, " I am sorry friend Kurff." He turned to Derik and switched languages," I am afraid my appearance is usually enough of a scene. " "No worries. I'm a little paranoid at times. Let's get at table near awall though." he said as he looked for one. |
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Post by Mierin on Mar 30, 2008 20:55:53 GMT -5
After a minute or two, you are all seated at a table against the wall in the back of the restaurant. After being handed menus, the server smiles and says "I'll be back in a few moments to take your order. Can I get anyone to drink to start off with?"
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Mar 30, 2008 21:06:10 GMT -5
"I'll have an ale of whatever kind you have." He says, still in Elvish.
Switching to Western, he asks, "Do you speak the Western togue?"
Additional: Derik glances in the stranger's (Shayla's) direction, doing the "I'm looking like I'm not really watching you but I am really watching you, but that I'm not pretending to not be watching you because I'm creepy and checking you out." fashion.
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Post by kurff on Apr 1, 2008 17:32:29 GMT -5
"Water will do nicely." he answered politely as he took the menu. He kept an eye peeled in case of anything that might be an opportunity later. Kurff was careful to be polite to his present 'employers' needs and of his obligations he agreed to already.
In truth he liked these people and would maintain a longer term than simply guide and contact. Not only could he respect this dragon man, he was someone he could learn something from.
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Post by Dome on Apr 1, 2008 18:23:22 GMT -5
Falbera makes her way over to Bobbi's after dropping off her pack. Upon entering she looks for a table away from everyone where her back would be against the wall and she could keep an eye out on the entire room.
When the waitress comes to her she deposits some coins on the table and in eastern asks for a pint of ale, and the best meal they serve.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Apr 2, 2008 7:51:17 GMT -5
Derik glances over at Falbera for a moment, noting that (s)he (how can you tell in this light?) had the same idea as him. Curious. Dwarves aren't usually assassins. Maybe this is a social obersvation or something. Oi... poor thing He returns his gaze to the table and Shayla, not wanting to stare rudely.
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