Roll Out The Barrels RPG

[the real findorfin]

"Of course," Rhiannon answered to the elf staring at her. She immedaitely turned and almost ran down the passageway to Derek's office. She knocked wuickly on the door.
"What is it?" came the voice of Derek.
"The elves are here...now."
Seconds later Derek opened the door and was down the corridor before Rhiannon could say another word.

Fin stood and waited whilst the human female scurried down the passageway. "Well, lets get this done and we can make our way home tommorrow," he said to no one in particular.

Derek strode around the corner and greeted his trading partners warmly, "welcome my friends, welcome." he continued smoothly, not wasting time to breath. "Rhiannon, get a waiting room sorted for our guests. If the traders amongst you would like to follow me."

The Elven group split, the guards and Youlielle following Rhiannon into a room nearby. Findereg, Fin and the other traders followed Derek.

"I see you like to get to business," Findereg commented, as they paced quickly down the corridor.

"Well, there is no harm in getting things under way," came the reply.

They followed Derek, and he took them through a door which led outside, behind the offices. He led them through a stone courtyard and into a large warehouse.

"Let us begin then," Fin cried, as he entered and spotted the warehouse's contents. Huge casks of wine and ale.