Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140103160432/@comment-11457306-20140104161706

(I don't remember him saying--only that he was not at home yet.)

After finishing with her bath and drying off, Anwen borrowed a drying cloth, wet it and wrung it out to use to wipe her armor down. She stopped by the bar and ordered food to be brought up to her room and put in an order for meatrolls, bread and cheese to take with her. If Jack didn't allow them to shop--and it really wasn't a good idea--she'd at least be prepared.

The Inn's resident bard was tuning his lute in a corner. She walked over to him. "That's a nice lute you have," she said. Mine was broken on the road. I don't suppose you have an extra you'd sell?"  He did indeed have another.  They dickered good naturedly on price and finally agreed upon an amount, with him agreeing to replace some strings.  "I'd love to hear you play," he said.

"Would that I could," she said wistfully. "But I must prepare for the road again.  I'll be off just as soon as I eat and gather my things." She handed him his gold and stood.

"I'll get it ready for you, then," he said, disappointed.

She returned quickly to her room and wiped down her armor and repacked all her pouches, cleaned her axes and ate the food when it was brought, packing the journey food up.