[CongressJon]

The Bartender, from a few yards away, is polishing a glass. He glances in Vallo's direction, then goes back to shining the glass. A split second later, he does a double-take, noticing the unconscious stranger in his hands. He bustles over to Vallo, seeing that the man needs immediate medical care.

"Woah-ho-ho there! I see we've got a crisis on our hands! Won't be a minute laddie!"

The bartender suddenly produces a wet washcloth from under the bar.

"Here, put this to his forehead. Hopefully he'll come to. In the meantime, there's a room free, just up the stairs. Third room on the left hand side. Put him in the bed. You can stay in there too. No charge, I'll do anything for a stranded stranger. Also..."

The bartender bustles about for a minute, whipping up a brew... He comes up with two steaming mugs.

"On the house. Brown one's hot chocolate. For you. Trust me, you've never tasted nothin' like this stuff. Warms you up great. Other one, green stuff, that's my own brew. Give it to 'im when he comes to. 'Till then, God be with you two."

[Unrealblight]

"Thank you very much sir i really appreciate it"

*goes up to room and waits for the old man to feel better and puts the wet cloth over him*

[MA-53]

OOC: whattabout me???

I assume I should get one too...

IC: "mmmm... choooocolatey...."

[CongressJon]

The bartender then looks over at Saelel Ourdistis.

"'Ay ol' chap, would you like somethin' to drink?"

[MA-53]

"some of that hot chocolate would be DELIGHTFUL!"

[CongressJon]

The bartender has a twinkle in his eye.

"Alrighty then, finest cuppa hot chocolate you ever had, comin' up!"

He rushes over to the counter and comes back with a steaming mug of cocoa. It smells heavenly, and steam wafts out of it.

"That'll be one frin please. Finest rates anywhere, for any drink, I assure you."

[Unrealblight]

[CongressJon]

OOC: Uhhh... Can you counsel me on that? Briefly, I mean.

[Unrealblight]

OOC:okay short sweet simple okay? ask zolly short eh?

[obiwan22]

*Xinxion charges into the Inn, looking incredibly foolish in his desert gear.*

[CongressJon]

OOC: SOrry guys, g2g

*Signs out*

[Cspace]

*A familiar man walks in with long gray hair, a rifle on his back, and light black composite armor. He sits down looking blankly right in front of him. You try to remember from where you know him, when it comes to you. He is Harkin, one of the Corrorians helping with the rescue of that ship off of Aderon's coast.

What in Aranel's name is he doing here?*

[obiwan22]

*Xinxion enters the Inn, and upon noticing Harkin, he moves to sit down at the table.*

"This seat taken?" He asks Harkin.

[CongressJon]

With a rush of bitter cold wind, the door of the Inn opens, and Terakuu walks in.

"Hello Gravis, my old friend! How are you doing!"

The bartender looks over, and smiles.

"Ah, not too bad, buddy. Business has been a tad slow, but I'm fine, really. Would you like a hot cocoa?"

"Sure," replies Terakuu. "Best I've ever had, in any place."

He sits down at the bar, waiting patiently for his order to be filled. In the meantime, he spots Xinxion talking to the stranger known as Harkin. He decides to enter the conversation, or what of it is developing.

"Hello there," he says pleasently to the Corronian. "What brings you to the Inn on this fine day?"

[Cspace]

*Harkin slightly grimaces when Xinxion sits down, then slowly looks away in the direction of a nearby wall, then down at the table. He is obviously angry about something, or at least that is the image he seems to be giving.*

*Upon Terakuu's question, Harkin slowly lifts his head and looks at the paladin for a moment before speaking.*

"I am here on my own business, it is nothing that involves you."