Eiyuu Kishi Den

Eliamn left a heavy silence after Wil's words before saying: "I suppose I will not be able to do anything but see what circumstances will be and what the context of the situation demands." She half closed her almond-shaped eyes. "As the dwarves say, it is better to be the hammer than being the anvil."

"...Does that mean a 'yes Wil, you have to fight just like the rest of us'?" Wil asked. "Or are you merely quoting a dwarven sayings for the conversational value and eventual topic change into dwarven eroticism, like 'Aren't these the same people who prefer their women with full beards'?"

Eliamn gave Wil a strange, fathomless look which she held for a couple of long seconds - the sort of clueless look people could give when they were drawing a blank on the punchline of a joke. Her lips quivered and then a brief giggle escaped her, with her belatedly trying to stiffle it with her hand.

"That was funny," the blonde shamaness said, not able to restrain a smile. "Sorry."

Naclia nearly choked on her drink laughing. "Maybe you're not so bad, Wil," Naclia said with a chuckle as she wiped her face.

"Well, that just put more than enough pressure on me to outdo myself in jokes right then and there." Wil said with a soft chuckle. "When you two are finished with your 'feasting' shall we saunter off to some obscure hole in the ground to rustle up some foul creature to dredge some dreary information from them?"

Eliamn nodded. "If you think it is late enough, yes."

Naclia polished off what was left of her supper while they talked about leaving. "Well, I'm ready," she added. The elf stretched, then concealed a small burp with her hand.

"Very well then..." Wil said. "Where are we going again?"

Eliamn frowned, quickly replaying in her head what the cartographer had said. Thankfully, she had a pretty sharp memory: "There ought to be a rather ugly inn in a little niche in the back alleys, owned and operated by a thief guild... but some exporters hang around that place too. It serves pear cider as well."

"Oh. That place." Wil scowled. "You might want to keep anything of any real value behind in your rooms. That area has a lot of residents with very sticky fingers."

"Then we can probably leave most of our luggage and money here save for what we will need to pay the pear cider," Eliamn thought aloud. "Along with something to write on and something to write with."

The shamaness slowly stood, bent to grab her backpack and strained as she lifted it. "Let us go to our rooms and set what we will not need aside. We are renting three rooms: one is for Wil, the other is for Naclia and myself, and the third is the one we will use to receive this Roke person."

"Alright then," Naclia replied. The ranger took her coin purse out of her pack, then dropped it through the cut-out keyhole opening in the front her dress and hid it in her cleavage.

With a grin, she said, "There, now no one can get to it without getting their ass beat first." She then slung her pack over her shoulder and waited for Eliamn to lead the way to their room upstairs.

Eliamn blinked in puzzlement at Naclia's hiding place - Eli's own bosom was hardly ample enough to allow that... and she was pretty certain it'd get uncomfortable overtime too.

Wordlessly, Eliamn went up the stairs, pulling the keys for their rooms out of her satchel and unlocked the door for Wil's room and leaving it in the lock for Wil to retrieve before walking on to her own room and unlocking it as well.

Once inside, the shamaness set down her backpack and satchel. Her hands came up and she quickly worked on removing the three jade earrings she wore on each ear before plopping them in her satchel. The room key she decided would be secured against her leg with one of the twines of her legwraps so that no one could filch it.

The blonde elfmaiden opened her moneypouch and took out five raidens which she slipped under the mattress. If a thief would come while they were out and pilfer thier things, she would have some coin left. The money pouch she left behind: with Naclia bringing her own and Wil carrying around inkwell, writing implements and parchment... she figured they had all they needed.

Wil had his ink well stopped and in his pocket, and the pen quill was in it's case, also in his pocket so he didn't need to worry about the bag full of clothes and other personal items, so he retrieved his key from the door, opened the door and chucked his bag into the room without looking in it. He inwardly knew that there was nothing even remotely breakable in the bag, so the rough treatment of his own items wasn't really on his mind. Shutting the door, Wil locked it and placed his head against the wood. The possibility of getting into a fight was still looming in the forefront of his mind, which scared him senseless. "Get a grip, Wilhelm." He growled lowly. Wil hit his head against the door to attempt to scatter the thoughts of fighting. "C'mon this isn't like you, just picture some random woman..." His thoughts flew to Eliamn immediately, making his cheeks turn red with the thought. "...Okay, someone OTHER than her."

Eliamn wrote:Eliamn blinked in puzzlement at Naclia's hiding place - Eli's own bosom was hardly ample enough to allow that... and she was pretty certain it'd get uncomfortable overtime too.

Wordlessly, Eliamn went up the stairs, pulling the keys for their rooms out of her satchel and unlocked the door for Wil's room and leaving it in the lock for Wil to retrieve before walking on to her own room and unlocking it as well.

Once inside, the shamaness set down her backpack and satchel. Her hands came up and she quickly worked on removing the three jade earrings she wore on each ear before plopping them in her satchel. The room key she decided would be secured against her leg with one of the twines of her legwraps so that no one could filch it.

The blonde elfmaiden opened her moneypouch and took out five raidens which she slipped under the mattress. If a thief would come while they were out and pilfer thier things, she would have some coin left. The money pouch she left behind: with Naclia bringing her own and Wil carrying around inkwell, writing implements and parchment... she figured they had all they needed.

While Eliamn prepared herself for the night's outing, Naclia had little to do aside from set aside her pack and bow. She slung her backpack's straps over the post at the foot of what was apparently left as her bed. Her bow would be useless in the city if there was trouble, so she left it propped carefully in a corner of the room with her quiver of arrows. As a final thought, she took her traveling cloak out of her pack and put it on. It would allow her to remain inconspicuous and warm as night fell.

"Are you ready?" she asked Eliamn.