*Tip-toes out from the pantry with a turkey leg under one arm and a huge bag of pretzles under the other. Making sure Rando and Tig's not watching, he tipsy-paws his way to the counter and finds his two ice-cold ales missing...*
*Realizing his cover is broken, he makes a mad dash out the back door*
(Thinks Rando needs to upgrade security) Ya know, with the Anarchs around, no one Ever stole from the Tavern... Prolly cuz the thief knew they'd be assasinated for stealing Bob's ale... Or was it twinkies...?
*walks in and sits in silence at the back of the bar, in the dark, hood covering his face... awaits barkeep and grabs a few pretzels laying on the bar.... snaps one and takes a bite* "hmmm... tastes like ale..." *looks around bar and reads sign in rafters.... still waiting..... * "can a cleric get a mug a ale 'round here? or did I miss da sign that says "help yerself?"
Morrigan enters the old tavern quietly, and with a smile and light heart, takes a seat off to the side and listens quietly to the chatter of old friends around her. She wonders to herself if her old friends will find their way there, and looks around to see if Hobo has already found a place by the fire.
(Walks in to do annual dusting to find people sitting in the tavern.) Wha...? oh... Uhm... Greetings all! Welcome home! Now.... Where's that lazy Rando at... ? I swear I put him in charge of this place...What can I get you all to drink?