Post by Alliser on Jul 22, 2018 8:15:24 GMT 1
The young man's hands dance across the strings of the lute. The young man was well dressed, and the instrument was well made, it's sound was clean. A small tankards supplied by the barkeep has a few coins inside, the nobles approving of the calm dulcet tones wafting through the inn. A wooden coin clatters against the copper half pennies. The mummer continues to play, but nods in acknowledgement to the patron.
After Regyn finished his set he split the collection of coins with the barkeep, but kept the wooden coin for himself.
He approached the end of the room, a few knights and Lord' tried to get his attention, but the mummer continues onwards, resisting the urge because he has somethi waiting.
At last he arrives to his destination, the small reassessed table with a man in a heavy cloak.
"I trust you have been well. Master Regyn."
"Aye you lordship. Been doing as you asked." The mummer replies.
"Will have a seat, no need to hover. We are just two men in a bar, trying to have a drink." The hooded man lifts his tankard to his mouth, and a small bit of foam clings to the mustache of his goatee. "Let word bring try. This swill is awful."
Regyn quickly sits down, pulls out some parchment and begins quickly writing things down.
"Did you find out anything regyn?" Asks the man in the hood.
Regyn nods.
"Good, I was less then successful in getting our friends attention. It will be good to know more about him." The hood drums his fingers on the table while he waits for the chicken to finish scratching at the parchment. After a few moments regyn finished, then hands the parchment to the other man. "Very good." A small bag jingles on the table. "And remember, discretion is key. So continue to keep us on a low profile until we say otherwise."
The hooded man stands at do turns away, "and Regyn, don't let your money go all in one place. I do appreciate the gesture, but placing money on me to win is just a waste. And I hate for my coin to be wasted."
After Regyn finished his set he split the collection of coins with the barkeep, but kept the wooden coin for himself.
He approached the end of the room, a few knights and Lord' tried to get his attention, but the mummer continues onwards, resisting the urge because he has somethi waiting.
At last he arrives to his destination, the small reassessed table with a man in a heavy cloak.
"I trust you have been well. Master Regyn."
"Aye you lordship. Been doing as you asked." The mummer replies.
"Will have a seat, no need to hover. We are just two men in a bar, trying to have a drink." The hooded man lifts his tankard to his mouth, and a small bit of foam clings to the mustache of his goatee. "Let word bring try. This swill is awful."
Regyn quickly sits down, pulls out some parchment and begins quickly writing things down.
"Did you find out anything regyn?" Asks the man in the hood.
Regyn nods.
"Good, I was less then successful in getting our friends attention. It will be good to know more about him." The hood drums his fingers on the table while he waits for the chicken to finish scratching at the parchment. After a few moments regyn finished, then hands the parchment to the other man. "Very good." A small bag jingles on the table. "And remember, discretion is key. So continue to keep us on a low profile until we say otherwise."
The hooded man stands at do turns away, "and Regyn, don't let your money go all in one place. I do appreciate the gesture, but placing money on me to win is just a waste. And I hate for my coin to be wasted."