Posted by Ensign Paul Knight (Security Officer) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 3 Paul’s Chat With A Dwarf

Posted by Gamemaster CockRoach (GM) in Main Sim - Alien Planet - Landing Party 3 Paul’s Chat With A Dwarf
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Meanwhile as the Captain was handling a comm call in the bathroom nearby, back with the rest of the landing party in the main room, they would hopefully be finishing up their meal and drinks. The elven singer and her two male performers were wrapping up their second song by this point. The remaining two shady figures in the corner that had met with the more regal woman were currently in a pose which given their covered hooded heads seemed to imply both maybe were asleep? Said regal woman was currently drinking a large glass of alcohol of some sort and was probably well on her way from being buzzed to quite tipsy if not outright drunk. The plumber information broker man that had been studying them earlier and that Marcus had briefly spoke with had by this point, been joined by a stocky dwarf like figure in dark toned plate armor with a hefty looking axe on his back. The dwarf would be seen conversing with the man, who gave him some kind of small leatherbound like book as well as what might have been from the brief peek the group had a white gem of some sort, but it was soon covered up in a bag so they could not tell more. The dwarfish figure would nod and then pocket both before turning to regard the room as if trying to decide something.

GM CockRoach

“It’s like something out of J. R. R. Tolkien.” Anders mumbled to himself in wonder.

-Lieutenant Junior Grade Marcus Anders: Chief of Security

Paul walked over to the dwarf nearby. “Excuse me sir Is everything ok with you?” Paul wondered as he spoke calmly and politely to the person. “You seem semi preoccupied.” Paul added.

Ensign Paul Knight - Jo Security

The dwarf by the time Paul had gotten over to him, had taken a seat along one far corner of the tavern eating area. He currently was deep into drinking a large mug of some kind of beer the smelled like it had seen better days, and the mug was probably cleaned sometime in the last century. Still despite this the dwarf guzzled it down like it was going out of style.

When Paul came up to him and questioned him, the dwarf in black plate mail squinted up to him. “..Wha’s it to ya lad? Maybe I am maybe I aint.” he said pausing to take another hefty swig of the mug. Paul could also see the dwarf’s free left hand was under the table and shifting something out of sight by his waist.

GM CockRoach

“Sorry to bother you sir! No ill will intended.” noticing his movements. “I was just trying to be of help if needed if not I will move on? Again sorry for the interruption.” Paul said kindly to the man as he kept his distance.

Ensign Paul Knight.

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