Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141108053255

(So I'm late to the party.)

The innkeeper had been about to offer the group to stay the night for free with the business that Ranwulf was stirring up, but gladly accepted Fried's coin and handed him some of the strongest mead they had available, as well as the key to one of the rooms upstairs.

Ranwulf took note of the fact that none of the group save Braum had joined him and was a little disheartened at first, but soon had his attention turned back to the mob and was swapping stories with one of the men who sat at the table next to him, occasionally sending up roars of laughter from the mob. Brynhild did her best to keep the mead flowing while keeping up with the stories and jests of the crowd, laughing along with them from time to time.

Veranwen, on the other hand, stayed far away from the crowd, seated at a smaller corner table not terribly far away from Fried and Lorcan. Occasionally she would steal a glance over at the two of them, having noticed them speaking to one another, although she could not hear what they were discussing. She furrowed her brow whenever she looked over at them but did not draw any closer for the time being, as if reluctant to approach him out for some reason or another. Given that Lorcan could grow claws on command and Friedrich was plenty imposing even without his kind of shifty, calculating demeanor, it wasn't hard to see why she might be hesitant to approach the two of them.