An Audience With The King RPG

[Kettle of fish]

*****DALE*****

Rubin smiled as he left following Girion, but ironed out his smile before Girion turned around, fighting the twitch at the corner of his mouth.

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"Perhaps we should celebrate our journey with a drink, a quick detour to an inn wouldn't slow us down." Girion said

Rubin coughed meaningfully and remembered the last fiasco. It had been a good thing that Rubin knew for certain that coin was effective in keeping the innkeeper's mouth firmly closed.

It was important that they get to Mirkwood quickly. If they were late for the meeting, the king and Dale be shamed and his own father would consider him responsible.

They started off, Girion wearing his puppy dog face. Rubin coughed loudly again, before turning to look into the distance with a smile.

"Why don't we take that way that doesn't go pass the tavern?"

[ September 28, 2002: Message edited by: Kettle of fish ]