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Kettle of fish · 09-30-2002, 07:32 AM

At the Pig's Ear, the boy made sure that the sat where he could see the rest of the room. His left foot shifted uneasily as though preparing to take flight.

Without consciously thinking about it, the boy had already mapped out the three easiest ways out of the inn, knew which tables could be tipped over, and that the dandy drinking himself stupid on the other side of the room had twenty five silver pieces in his belt pouch.

His eyes flicked over to the innkeeper who was studiously ignoring him. If it hadn't been for these three people with him, he would have gotten him thrown out before he could take three steps into the door.

Of course, the boy thought with a grin, Within two steps, he could have swiped the money bag of the man closest to the door, picked up his ale and tossed it to the other side of the room to cause a distraction, and tweaked the innkeeper's beard.

He was still having trouble with what they were trying to tell him. The one called Dineniel was something called an Elf. Did that mean she grew antlers at night time or something - no wait, that was an elk.

The man was looking miserable and trying to get the innkeeper's attention.

"Take out a silver piece" he told him, ignoring the immediate suspicion that anyone gave him when he told them to take out their money. With obvious reluctance, a silver coin was handed over. The boy could see the eyes of Dineniel watching his fingers closely. But he wasn't about to snitch this one - not when it would jeopardise his chances of earning more. That would be stupidity.

Leaning forward, he spun the coin on the table top, pretending to be completely entranced by the delicate pattern of the coin's whirling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost see the innkeeper's ears prick up at the sound.

[ October 05, 2002: Message edited by: Kettle of fish ]

09-30-2002, 07:32 AM	#204
Kettle of fish Wight Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 114	At the Pig's Ear, the boy made sure that the sat where he could see the rest of the room. His left foot shifted uneasily as though preparing to take flight. Without consciously thinking about it, the boy had already mapped out the three easiest ways out of the inn, knew which tables could be tipped over, and that the dandy drinking himself stupid on the other side of the room had twenty five silver pieces in his belt pouch. His eyes flicked over to the innkeeper who was studiously ignoring him. If it hadn't been for these three people with him, he would have gotten him thrown out before he could take three steps into the door. Of course, the boy thought with a grin, Within two steps, he could have swiped the money bag of the man closest to the door, picked up his ale and tossed it to the other side of the room to cause a distraction, and tweaked the innkeeper's beard. He was still having trouble with what they were trying to tell him. The one called Dineniel was something called an Elf. Did that mean she grew antlers at night time or something - no wait, that was an elk. The man was looking miserable and trying to get the innkeeper's attention. "Take out a silver piece" he told him, ignoring the immediate suspicion that anyone gave him when he told them to take out their money. With obvious reluctance, a silver coin was handed over. The boy could see the eyes of Dineniel watching his fingers closely. But he wasn't about to snitch this one - not when it would jeopardise his chances of earning more. That would be stupidity. Leaning forward, he spun the coin on the table top, pretending to be completely entranced by the delicate pattern of the coin's whirling. Out of the corner of his eye, he could almost see the innkeeper's ears prick up at the sound. [ October 05, 2002: Message edited by: Kettle of fish ] __________________ The inimical is often more instructive than the benign. Between screams, try to pay attention.