...sitting there with a cup of dark ale barely indistinguishable from dogpiss I began contemplating my options...
A beer is always a beer but...I haven't had any proper sleep for Armok know's how long...and I'm all covered in blood...
While the smugglers might be my ticket out of here they don't strike me as the most reliable crew...If I had any plans on traveling in the near future time spent here would be wasted time...
But staying at Blackgate was getting progressively more dangerous...
I'm awoken from my thoughts when Brewster suddently requests a retelling of his deeds as a wrestler of wild animals since Ray seemed content on denying the truthfullness in such tales.
After a bit of confusion I manage to produce a story similar to that of Onil rather then the one Brewster himself told. Doesn't appear to matter as Brewster fills in the details himself making the pig seem more like a rageinfused bear rather than unprocessed bacon.
...turning to the voices for advice I'm simply met by a fierce quarrel about whether I should get some sleep and do something productive or attempting to get into the Esmar's pants. No conclusion is really met so I decide that perhaps time would be the solution, especially since that time had a high likelyhood of involving beer. Several things are mentioned by the voices that I find wise to consider such as Esmar's change of personality when presented with alcohol and Ray's rather poor attitude towards me.
Ordering up countless drinks to the table ended up being very costly but also surprisingly effective at solving both problems.
Brewster is off somewhere cleaning up the mess and even though Ray keeps his attitude he embraced the oppertunity of getting free drinks to such an extent that he no longer can express any sort of hostility recognizable by neither man nor dwarf.
Meanwhile Esmar loosens up quite quickly and drops her fairly unapproachable mentality, still the voices keeps encouraging a steady flow of refills for the party.
As the evening heads towards the later hours me and Esmar manage to stumble towards her place, leaving Ray confused but he doesn't manage to do much in the way of speaking beyond a long gurgeling sound.
The pace of the fortress slows down to a crawl and not noone take notice to my bloody clothes as the illumination is greatly reduced during the nightly hours. Upon reaching our destination Esmar fumbles with the key for quite some time but get the door open. The alcohol renders words useless, finding no need for such insignificant matters I invite myself in.
One silent invitation followed by another...
I've probably missed my shot with the smugglers by now...but I guess you could say I had my mind set on other activities...
*After an unspecified amount of time Nerin accually manage to find some sleep*
Much of the previous night is lost in a drunken haze but what isn't tells me last night went pretty well...
Guess I'll take a quick walk to get rid of the worst hangover...
-Huh...what are you doing here?
-I....live here...-Oh...yea...uhmm....
I hurry off to find something to cover myself with as Lora heads over to Esmar....
-What is he doing here...again?-uhmmm (clearly not awake)-Esmar?-yes?-Why did you...bring that guy...again?-Urrghh...I was drunk...-Yea I kind of g...After scurrying around the place picking up my stuff for a while they incline that a quick departure might be in my best interest.
Apart from the abrupt ending to my visit I was fairly content with the situation as a whole, even somewhat relieved to have missed the smugglers departure. I got dressed quickly as even though luckily the streetcorner was somewhat unpopulated at the moment I felt somewhat exposed. My humble attire no longer resembled that of a brutal murderer but was still filthy even by dwarven standards. After having it suggested to me by my perennial audience I travel in the general direction of the marketplace. The trip goes smoothly except for a brief encounter with some guards, however they didn't seem to take much notice to me. I guess for all the stupid shit I've gotten into not that many know my face...
Being from a smaller country outpost I'm instantly astonished by the marketplace which to me appeared to be bursting full with people, the voices quickly correct me and explain that a marketplace generally doesnt get any calmer than this. I fail to imagine the place in a more hectic state since the shear size of it all gets hard to grasp.
I quickly look over my funds and tries to make up my mind over how to spend them, somewhere just below one hundred coins remains after the previous night.
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Edit: If we can't get past this stalement, I guess I could move my vote to the haunted room - marketplace option.
Guess I'm back to quoting myself again...
If there are more then one suggestion I'll make an effort to try and combine them.
What are your thoughts on what to buy, what to sell and attitude towards haggling?