The Qexelcrag Base (all welcome)

[Layla]

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-- Lauri

Layla leads on to Qexelcrag, constantly glancing over her shoulder to make sure Jorad and Sandra were following her."Where were you planning to stop?" she asks Jorad.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad follows, walking behind Layla with a calm, steady pace, side by side with Sandra. Hearing Layla's question, he replies "At an Inn where a friend of mine works...it won't take longer than a few minutes..."

[Sandra]

Sandra follows them both, looking from one to the other..

[Layla]

Layla nods her head, coming to a stop just before Great Kegs of Ale. "Lead the way then. Although if it's ale you're after, there is a bar at the Base, and there's Gargoyle's inn here."

[Sandra]

Sandra laughs, "He's not just looking for any kind of ale."She looks to Jorad.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad takes the point, leading them through the alleyways "Ale, yes, but like I said earlier...Draconian...dwarven ale is nothing compared to it..." Several minutes of travelling through dark alleys, they emerge again onto a street, the Inn, Red Dragon, straight before, just across the street "Here we are..." Waiting for them to catch up, he then proceeds towards the Inn, crossing the street.

[Sandra]

Sandra looks to Jorad, "Is this the place we were before?"She grins at Layla, "If it is, you're in for a treat.

[Layla]

Layla grins, looking up at the fire-breathing dragon on the wooden sign as it swings slightly in the wind, before following them in.
"I could use a drink." she says, rubbing her hands together. "Bit chilly, isn't it? By the fireplace would be nice, although mind we better not get too drunk before we get to Base."

[Sandra]

Sandr a grees with Layla"That wouldn't be too smart."

[Sandra]

Sandra accuses Jorad of not giving her his MSN.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad apologises to Sandra, promising to give it right away. Side-stepping a drunk, he glances at the two over his shoulder "You two go clear some room to the fireplace...I'll be along in a minute..." With that said, he walks off again, heading towards the counter where a red-scaled draconian is cleaning a glass.

[Layla]

Deleted Post.

--Love, Anonymous.

[Sandra]

Sandra tries to head them back to the real RP here..

[Layla]

((Shellster accuses Sandra of not giving her her MSN. Oh, wait... She did. :oops:
But STILL! :evil: ))

Layla nods her head and beckons Sandra to follow, wandering over to the fireplace.
"'Allo lo*hic*verrly." hiccups a human sprawled on a couch by the fireplace.
"Err..." Layla begins, turning back to Sandra. "Maybe we should sit somewhere else."

[Sandra]

Sandra kicks the guy over a few seats and sits down, This is great seating.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad returns to the two a small while later, bearing three apparently full pints along. Spotting the drunk Sandra kicked, hearing the poor man ramble something about a fierce demoness, he can't help but to laugh "Oh, did you two have any trouble?" He hands both Layla and Sandra a pint, leaving the last one for himself.

[Layla]

Laughing, Layla sits down next to net to Sandra, leaning forward to warm her hands in front of the fireplace.
"Didn't know you were such an agressive girl, Sandra." she grins, shuffling aside a little as the hiccuping drunk tries to stand up. She takes the pint, nodding at Jorad and placing it on the round redwood table. "Thanks. What is this stuff?" she asks, before picking it up and sniffing at it curiously.

[Sandra]

Sandra Grins, "It's not one of my more flattering sides. I don't usually go around boasting about stuff like that.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad winks at Sandra while taking a seat, then grinning to Layla "Oh, just Draconian Ale...will knock the socks of yours feet...a word of advise though..." He raises his pint to his lips "Don't go too near to fire..." He takes a long gulp.

[Sandra]

Sandra grins and matches Jorad. "I bet I'd have you this time if we didn't have to watch how drunk we are."

[Layla]

Squinting at it slightly, she raises the pint and takes a long swig. A look of suprise fills her face as she arches her eyebrows slightly.
"It's very strong." she remarks.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad laughs at Layla's look of surprise "Perhaps the strongest drink there is, atleast on Realm..." He takes an another gulp, yet again matched by Sandra.

[Sandra]

Sandra is getting really nervous about the state of the gardens..

[Layla]

With a mischievous grin, Layla tilts her head back, and knocks back the entire pint.

[Sandra]

Feels threatened,"Did you just challenge us to a drink? I know you didn't."

[Layla]

Layla puts her pint down on the table and says silkily, "O' course not. I don't want to force you to go beyond your abilities." she winks and leans back on the couch, crossing her legs. She folds her hands in her lap and eyes the two challengingly.

[_Jorad_]

Jorad's eyebrow twiches, his pint visiting his lips, emptied with four big gulps, empty when set back down "You underestimate us..."

[Layla]

Layla shakes her head. "I was joking, although to be honest, I've never seen you drink, Jorad. Perhaps we should come back here after visiting the Base. Don't want to be drunk before we get there."

[Lauri]

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[Grim Jestor]

...the Grim Jestor watches the pair silently, and from afar off, through one of his many wizard's eyes, the perfect type of thing for such an occasion. Not particularly interested in them or their journey, he does not reveal himself, but rather leaves them in peace to pursue their various goals. The Jestor is respectful of privacy, but only up to the point of interfering with his own dark plans, and as anyone knows the darker the plan the more curious and watchful the planner must be...