A room for the night

[Sythe]

Ic: With sun long set, Tivec began to search for a place to bunk down for a while. It did not take long to find the bustling homely palce know as the Raphian Refuge. Grinning, the Thief headed to the door.

Swinging it open, Tivec looked about the smoke hazed room. Spotting the bar and bartender, Tivec weaved around the tables and chairs to the large man. Leaning on the bar top, the young man watched the large moustached bartender head over his way. Beaming a great big smile at the Thief, Fred spoke up in his booming up friendly voice.

"Right, what can I get ye me friend?"

Taking his tricorner hat from his head, Tivec flashed the smile back.

"A room for the night, the cheapest one you have my good man."

The bartender let out a guffah.

"Right, five and ten shillin's then me friend."

Reaching into the pouch at his side, Tivec pulled out fifteen of the silver coins and handed them over to Fred. Taking the money, the large man handed a key over to the Thief.

"Anythin else me lad?"

Tivec nodded.

"Aye, when do you wake up around here."

Fred cocked an eyebrow at the strange question.

"Er, bout cock's crow, why?"

Tivec scratched his chin, sitll grinning in a friendly fashion.

"Any chance you or one of your employees could wake me up at the same time."

Fred let out anothe guffah.

"That's a good one laddie, like that lot is up around that time, I'll wake ye up meself."

Tivec bowed with a great flourish of his cape.

"A thousand thanks my good lord."

With that Tivec swept up the stairs to the rooms, leaving a heartily laughing Fred behind him. After a while, Tivec came to his room and unlocked it.

In side was no larger then a walk-in closet, with a bet, nightstand and chamber pot being the only furnishings. Shrugging, Tivec locked the door behind him and began pulling of his clothing until he was in his long johns.

Hopping into the bed, Tivec wrapped the rough cotton blanket and fell asleep not mush later. It was only around nine at night, but the Thief wanted to be ready for his hit tommorow.

[Brad the Inhaler]

As the first rays of sunlight broke over the Varenka hills, and the old red rooster who lived out the back of the tavern began his morning call, the landlord banged a heavy hand on Tivec's door.
"Wake up sonny, tis cock crow! I've brought you a warm beer, thought you could need it, pay me later!"
The landlord set the beer down in front of the door and walked off.

[Sythe]

Ic: With a loud 'Snnrk' sound, Tivec's head shot up from the pillow of the bed. His long ponytail pulled out, the Thief's messy head of hair flopped about as he looked around. After a few seconds, Tivec made sense of the situation and called a thanks to the heavy bartender.

Pulling his hair into a ponytail with a bit of string he used for just that occasion, the young man pulled on his clothing. Placing his tricorner hat on at a jaunty angle and pulling his cloak on, Tivec opened the door. Picking up the tankard, the young man quickly downed the warm drink and headed down the stairs.

Placing the tankard on the bar with the appropriate money, Tivec nodded to Fred and left the Inn.

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: 15XP

[Sythe]

Ic: With the sky dark behind him, Tivec returned to the Refuge. The new added weight to his purse reassuring, the Thief pushed open the heavy door to the Inn. Stepping inside, the young man walked across the common room to the bar.

Sittng down at one of the tall stools, the Thief waited for the heafty bartender to make his way over to him. With a hand on his ponderous girth, Fred stopped in front of Tivec.

"Welcome back lad, What kin I get ye."

Taking his purse from his side, the Thief looked to the other man.

"A meal and a bottle of your house red wine, if you please. And another small room."

The bartender nodded.

"Right, two crowns and a shillin then."

The Thief fished around his purse for a moment before pulling out the three coins and laying them in Fred's large hand. Taking the money, the large man pulled a bottle out from under the counter and palced it infront of Tivec before dissapearing into the back. A moment later he returned with a pewter plate with a chunk of corner beef and some boiled potatoes, along with a slice of rye bread.

"There ya go lad, and here's the key to tha room."

Placing the small key in front of the young man, Fred moved off to talk with another customer. Uncorking the bottle of wine, Tivec dug into the food, stopping now and again to slug back some of the wine. A few minutes later he was finished, and putting the cork back into the bottle. Picking up the room key, the young man nodded to Fred and headed up to the second floor.

Finding his small room, the young man locked the door behind him and stripped out of his clothing. getting into the small truckle bed, he pulled the sheets up around him and soon fell asleep.

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC: 10xp

[Sythe]

Ic: Without the assitance of the large Bartender, it was nearing noon by the time the Rogue began to stir. With a slightly cough and rubbing of his eyes, the tousled head of Tivec looked above his sheets at the crack of the door. Glaring at the sunlight that streamed from under it, the young man brought his head down once more and pulled his sheets up to cover his eyes. By this time, however, it was too late, as the Rogue was wide awake.

Amidst much grumbling and a couple swears, the sheets of the bed were pushed off his half-naked form as he pulled himself into a sitting position. Squinting fiercely, the Rogue turned and grimaced as his bare feet hit the cold floorboards of his room. Shaking his head once or twice, Tivec stood up and ran a hand through his long brown hair. Pulling the tangled mass into a tight pony tail, the young man tied it up in a neat knot.

Turning, the Rogue grabbed his clothing and pulled it on slowly. Next, he grabbed his belt which held his short sword and bags of nails and strapped it around his waist. Finally he grabbed his sack, and the key off the bed side table. Still squinting, the young man pushed the door open swiftly. As more sunlight hit him, the Rogue swore and stumbled back slightly. Standing there for a few minutes, the young man waited as his green eyes adjusted to the light.

Blinking a few times, and with his eyes still squinting slightly, Tivec stepped out of the room and closed and locked the door behind him. Turning down the hall, the young man headed over to the creaking steps. As he did, he pulled out the bottle of red wine from his sack and took a long draught. The sudden hit of alcohol upon his sleepy system brough him fully into the realm of wakefulness, as he shook his once or twice again. Stowing the bottle away as he decended the stairs, Tivec nodded to Fred and headed over to the bar.

Dropping the key on the top of the bar, Tivec waved to Fred, who was talking to another tavern-goer, and headed over to the door. Pushing it open and squinting fiercly once more, the young man walked out into a noon-day sun. Turning, he headed down the cobblestone street, having no destination in mind.

[Brad the Inhaler]

OOC; 15xp, and welcome back to Raphoe. I hope many more people join you