Beau nods at Dron. "That makes sense. You don't want to give more power to someone you don't trust. Still, I wonder how such a trade would work. Care to enlighten me?"

Dron glances at the Boy( So enough about me please tell me abit about yourself lad). ( Where are you from? Can you use that Crossbow well? Also do you carry any hand to hand weapons? Are you specificaly an Archer?} (Are you looking to become some Knights Squire or go to a fighting academy of somesort?) (Ops Iam not trying to hog all the conversation lol) ( Sorry Iam more of a listener then a talker). Dron seems to be search his pouch an pockets on his robes While Talking.

Beau was bombarded by questions, to which he responded with a sleight eyebrow twitch. The old wizard was clearly avoiding his questions. Fair enough. He'd proved himself useful enough. Beau could give him a little more information about himself.

Beau smiled and reached to his chest, flipping a buckle under his shirt, much like the clasp on a bra. He quickly reached behind himself and underneath his cloak just under his pack. He pulled something out as it fell from his shirt and pulled out a book and a belt that must've been used to to hold it in place.

"Care to trade spells?" He smiled as he held the book out to show Dron.

Dron acts a little surprised then he says( I knew there was something unique about you.) (Seems we have more in comin then my intuition told me.) (I had a feeling there was more to you then meets the eye). Dron offers some of his pipe and tobacco to Beau. ( I dont see why, we cant exchange a few Ideas, storys an spells.) Pulls out his leatherbound spell book, with a Swirling Dragon on the cover in Gold lettering an some Elven script of some sort. An says, ( Lets find a peaceful atmosphere to comprehend each others, art shall we.)

Beau looked around at the people and shook his head at Dron, sticking the book in his pack and strapping the belt around his shoulder.

"I don't know if there is such a place around here. Perhaps another time? After both of us are well paid by this new employment?"

(Sounds good to me.) (Let try an get are gear to the Caravan, spot.) (Perhaps we can get there earlier an find out more useful information). ( What do you think young Beau)? Dron dofts his hat an wipes some of the sweat from his long curly black hair an forehead.

((YOU STILL DON'T KNOW HIS NAME. HE WENT BY SMITH! GET COCKY ABOUT YOUR GRAMMAR ALL YOU WANT, YOU STILL NEED TO RP RIGHT))

Beau agreed with the idea of heading out, but now that he knew a little more about the battlefield he was tempted to head direct. Still, he had already found a possible warrior, and maybe someone else of use. Better to go the long way and deal with them for a bit than to ditch them and end up SOL on the battlefield.

"I'd like to go back by the Inn first if that's ok."

If your going to be a dolt. I dont need your pette crap.(Just Rp, an take my grammer or leave it I could care less.) If your going to be a jk off every other post, then you can talk an Rp with yourself or someone else.

Dron helps move the cart where SMITH, wants it. An strolls around the area. Dron is looking for the person who seems to be incharge.

Ok this game thread sounds a little hostile gentleman is there a problem here??

Iam a newbie an every other post theres a wise **** with some smart elck Comment or a opinion I didnt ask for. Thanks

Then the best thing I can tell you as a Mod is to discontinue the game and start over with new players. But again please keep the language civil in doing so.

I will do so thanks Sir, for your time.

(OOC: I've given a few days for any response to my characters actions so I'm posting up the next lot.)

After an uneventful 2 hours on the train he disembarked and climbed the towers with that familiarity he still enjoyed. Sharn was a great city, it's towers reaching for the sky itself, it wasn't long before he had worked his way up to his first stop. An aventuras market that he hadn't stepped foot in for months, there he purchased a backpack large enough for his supplies, before moving home wards where he packed his backpack with various papers and survival gear. Not that he would be able to survive for long on 10 days rations and a waterskin without help.

Having collected everything he made sure everything was in order before locking the door and heading down to the stables, he sold his pony, bit and bridal and saddlebags for about 18 gold altogether. With the money he outfitted himself with some cold weather gear from the tailors.

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Bleeding Hearts
Busnick's Company
Golden Crowns

quick thing, this game is NOT going to stop, and if there are going to be any type of these discussions, do it in the QnA. I've been busy at work and am now going to catch everything up and PM's will be sent, RP will be played out, and things will be okey dokey. Please continue this problem in the QnA if there are any other responses. Thank you.

The group had signed up and now they are getting prepared for the next days travels. Word was that the meeting ground for departure would be at first tower, the caravan leaving from Sharn earlier that morning and meeting there.
As everyone was getting settled to wait for the next morning in their various places, most people stayed in the inn as that was where their room was. People were laughing and drinking and having an all around good time, two voices could be heard being raised over everyone. One very large hob goblin and a half orc were having a shouting match, apparently about some happening earlier that day.

" You did not beat me at all, your rock was lighter and you could throw it farther. I call for another event!"

The ruddy looking hob goblin challenged the half orc, who in turn stood up and pointed his finger in the hob goblins face. At the same time, Beau walked into the door back from his stroll with Dron.

" My rock was just as heavy, if not heavier then yours. You just dun wanna 'cept the fact that I'm better den you! But if ya gotsta make yourself feel better, den I'll beat you again!"

The half orc laughed, and the hob goblin then stood up, and banged the table.

" I am not a liar, and I know you were cheating some how!"

He looked very angry, and a longsword could be seen on his hip. A large mace was worn by the orc, and they both were quite burly. Who knows what could happen with this, either a grand challenge or a bloody mess.