Try your sword, go on!
"Just a sec, I've gotta check a thing before we go in." You say and draw your sword. It's... well it's turned purple.
"Should it be that colour?" Diana asks curiously.
Right... then we do this.
The weapon twists and morphs before your eyes and you're holding a double headed axe. "Whoa!" You've got to try that. You concentrate, you've always wanted a war-hammer. The axe twists up and folds and bam! Instant war hammer. You can get behind this! This is great!
"As much as you doubtless want to play with your new toy Fast, we're here for a reason. Off you go." Morlia insists and you put your weapon away, with great, great reluctance. Oh well if you're going to do this you're going to do this properly, be polite and knock. That way no one has anything to complain about. Supremely confident you march up to the door and raise one fist.
Rap-Rap-Rap "Lucas."
Rap-Rap-Rap "Lucas."
Rap-Rap-Rap "Lucas."
Well, you have a little fun with it. How could you not, the opportunity was perfect who are you to let it float past? It would be a monstrous thing to to.
Rap-Rap-Rap "Lucas."
Rap-Rap-Rap "Lu-"
The door swings inwards to show an orc woman, her tusks worn and chipped, deep wrinkles fanning from the corners of her eyes and nose and her hair scraped back into a bun is steel grey. Despite her obvious age her arms are still corded with muscle and she could probably bench you, Diana and Morlia at once if she felt like it.
She rakes you up and down, eyes narrowed. "Not what I expected." She grunts before standing aside. "Come in, I'll drag him out of his den for you." Before you can say anything she's half way across the room, rolling her sleeves up. There's a sense that she's done this before and isn't happy about doing it again.
You step into the inn, there's nothing else you can really do, and the orc landlady disappears through a door on the other side of the small waiting/meeting room. There's a fire burning lowly in a small fireplace and a couple of low wooden chairs with threadbare but plush cushions. A couple of vase fulls of lavender add a little colour to the room while their distinctive scent mingles with the wood-smoke in a pleasant enough fashion.
"Well... this is nice." Morlia doesn't look impressed with the surroundings.
"Beats home or a travel inn." Diana settles onto one of the chairs eagerly. Morlia opens her mouth to say something and immediately closes it again then sits on another of the chairs.
"It's not somewhere I'd expect to find someone like Lucas." You say before the silence can drag on too long.
"No," Morlia agrees quickly, "how much a room here must cost him though.... How much must he 'earn' day to day?"
"Clearly he's very good at what he does." Diana doesn't sound entirely sure she likes what she's saying. She glances around and bites her lower lip gently. "Why would he want to leave?"
"Maybe the gu-"
"You actually came. I, uh, I wasn't expecting...." Lucas enters the room in front of the presumed landlady, rather like he was recently propelled through the door by said landlady.
"Take your friends out of my front room L-"
"Yes, alright, we're going." Lucas cuts her off quickly, forced smile plastered across his face, and chivies the three of you towards the door he just came through. There's a stone stair case behind it leading down. "Second landing down." Lucas says and you start down as directed.
It would have been easy enough to figure out which door leads to Lucas' room. It's still half open showing a stone room illuminated by a bright mage light stuck to the ceiling. There's thick woven rugs covering every inch of the floor, an expensive looking bed with covers, a desk in one corner and a chest at the foot of the bed. It's not a huge room, barely fitting the four of you, and it's very obvious that Lucas has been packing things from the neatly folded clothes and half full pack on the floor.
"Sorry about Ulmar she can be a little... blunt but she doesn't ask questions." Lucas squeezes past you and Morlia to start packing again, quickly and efficiently stowing things away in his pack in a practised fashion. "You wanted to talk about something, since I doubt you can really help with this." He gestures around vaguely.
[ ] You seem pretty eager to get out of Skingrad, what's up with that?
[ ] Why'd you cut off Ulmar before she said your name?
[ ] When did we group up, I don't recall that going down.
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