Finan McRoach:
"I know this good Scrumpy House on Apple Lane, just round the corner. Where are you staying Fingal?
It can get rough out after dark and you wouldn't want to walk too far with a skin full of cider!"
Finan kept his eyes and ears open, while pretending to be at ease.
23:23, Today: Finan McRoach rolled 14 using 2d10. Perception.
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Guillaume De Morvan:
"I'm staying Dockside, I can take care of myself. Tell me Finan, are you from the city, or are your clan lands further afield?"
Guillaume keeps walking southwards down the street, keeping a careful eye on the shadows, and also his companion.
The two men arrive at the small wood and daub building to find it quiet and occupied solely by a small clutch of aged men and the owner. Apparently business has quietened since 'Finan' was last here...
" Welcome.", said the owner quietly.
" Scrumpy? Cider? Or we've some mulled wine if you need warming."
OOC: Neither man observes anything more dangerous than a stray dog or two.
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