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Post by Zeek on Sept 21, 2008 18:57:21 GMT -5
A town on the Caemlyn Road in between Caemlyn and Whitebridge. Many merchants stop here on their way to Caemlyn. In The Eye of the World Rand overhears a Myrdraal talking with a Darkfriend to keep watch for Rand outside an inn.
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Post by Zeek on Sept 21, 2008 22:13:11 GMT -5
Keith walked into a shabby inn and sat at a table, leaning his spear on the chair. He looked over at the bartender and made a motion with his head for the man to 'come on over'.
The bartender obliged and lumbered over to the table, "Yeeees?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"You serve beer here?" Keith asked, tilting his hat sideways, just enough to see the bartender, but cover most of his face besides that. His elbow was against the table as he was slightly leaning against it.
The bartender put on a bemused grin. "Of course...what can I get you...?"
Blood and bloody ashes, why do they always hire the stupid ones to serve the beer...ugh..., Keith thought to himself.
"I just told you beer...if you have it, that's what I'll take." Keith replied irritably, annoyed with having to repeat himself.
The bartender just shook his head and walked back to the bar.
Keith produced 5 dice from his pocket and a dice cup, putting the dice into the cup. He shook them around once before letting them roll onto the table. The rolled a few inches away and Keith ended up with 5 crowns staring back up at him. "Perfect...," he muttered to himself.
The bartender had grabbed a mug during this time and had filled it. He was just on the way to the table, when Keith put the dice back into the cup and then put them back in his pocket.
Keith looked up at the bartender and nodded, holding his hat. As the bartender set the mug down on the table in-front of Keith, Keith pulled out a bag of coins from his other pocket. He reached in, randomly pulling out a coin. He tossed it to the bartender, who hastily caught it in mid-air.
The bartender looked at the coin and his eyes widened slightly. It was a gold Tar Valon crown. He looked about to say something, but Keith wasn't paying attention to him any more, so he pocketed the money and walked back to the bar.
Keith took a small sip of the beer absently and set the mug back on the table, looking around the room disinterestedly.
He weighed the bag of coins, before pocketing them again.
Plenty..., he thought to himself.
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