No response

No one bothered to approach Hrothgar. No one even bothered to look up. It was clear that the rest had more pastoral lives.

Hrothgar, what do you want to do?

Alrik

The clean shaven man, after being rebuffed by the serving girl, stands up, carefully wipes off any crumbs from his clothes, straightens his jacket, and walks casually over to the corner table.

"Good day sir", he nods to Hrothgar."Lady." nodding to Enelye. "I am Jorgen Alheim. I may be of service to you. I have a good sword arm. And since my luck here seems to be wearing thin, I would enjoy a new opportunity. I am in for a full share." He extends his hand to Hrothgar.

Caradog

(used without permission)

The giant of a man finished his stew, wiped his mouth on his arm, grabbed his dirk, and walk right over to Hrothgar. "I'm in. Full share. I'm ok with a sword." He leaned down to Hrothgar and said unbelieveably delicately and quietly. "I'm better at other things."

He then turned around and headed to the bar and ordered a pitcher of ale. HE drank from the pitcher like a tankard.

Hrothgar, What do you do?

WHAT!

"Well sir! I have never been more insulted. I do not know how you do business. It is a simple contract. I do not wish to do business with you sir. Now or Ever!

Ulf stands up quickly, upsetting the table and spilling enelye's and Hrothgars drinks. Ulf strides quickly away andtoward the front door of the Weary Tankard.

Hrothgar what do you do?

An agreement

Ulf scratched his beard, looked at the merchant he was travelling with, then turned to Hrothgar, "You have a deal. Shall we sign an agreement as such?" Ulf reached into a satchel slung across his chest and hanging to his waist and pulled out a bundle of parchment sheafs.

"I just so happen to have one made up here," He said rifling through the papers. "Here we go." He sat down at the table. Pulled out an ink well and pen and began to write on an already almost fully filled out paper, read and murmuring aloud as he read and filled out the rest.

"I, the undersigned, do hereby agree,....mummble mumble mumble, one full share in all proceeds from said journey, and until such time....mumblemumble mumble, in addition rations as described ... mumble mumble mumble...but does not include... mumble mumble, therefore I," He turned to Hrothgar, "Hrothgar is it?" He wrote it anyway knowing ot was his name. "I Hrothgar, do hereby agree and certify that this debt will be paid....mumble mumble mumble...this second week of summer."

He slid the paper over to Hrothgar. "Please do sign on the line so we may execute our agreement." He extended his hand forward with the pen for Horthgar to sign.

Hrothgar what do you do?

Weary Tankard - Interior

"What are you wearing Enelye?" said under her breath as she sat down.

Hrothgar told her the story of Apollonius, and his generosity and Hrothgar's good fortune.

"Well I spoke to Lord Northewode. Gruff fellow. Not full of meeriment or life at all it seems. Somber and sullen. He was very interested in our daggers and where they came from. He was also puzzled by the ease at which we found them. Most of those kind of relics were discovered and melted down or destroyed generations ago." Enelye paused, "I think he wants to make sure the evils that parts of his ancestors wrought are not coming back to haunt him in the present. The books and the mysterious scrawl were all very disturbing to him. He said to raze the tower if we needed to, he didn't care. But as Lord, he insisted on updates when we come back and forth on anything related to the Northewode legends and name. I kept the books to see if it would help us."

Another pause...

"He was an adventurer you know. Pretty good at it as well. Most of Harm was built out of his coffers. Appollonius was one of his travelling mates. He talked a bit about that as well. He is maimed now, and old, but would have been quite sight in his day."

"So I assume you want to go back. I would like to as well. We had better see if we can find another sellsword to help us."

Enelye scanned to tavern. It was time for the midday meal and the tavern had become quite full as  they had talked. Merchants, tradesmen, craftsmen, and some travellers crowded the tables. Several potential people stood out as neither farmers or merchants. A littleling woman in the corner who was deftly drank flaggons of beer and ate massive amounts of pie at the same time, a very trim and clean man in travelling clothes, who was trying very hard to seduce the serving girl, a massive man, soft around the middle, in a very worn padded jerkin, hungrily scrafing stew, with a large dirk prominently laying on the table next to him, and finally, a foppish sort of man in a slashed and embroidered black leather jerkin with a soft cap with a long white-tipped blue feather coming out of it sat impassively as another man he was sitting with droned on with big grand gestures.

"Any of those look good to you?", she said to Hrothgar.

Hrothgar, what do you want to do?

Enelye

Enelye walked into the Waery Tankard. She looked around for Hrothgar. He looked at her sideways from his corner booth as she walked in. She looked outfitted for travel, and no worse for the talking to from the Baron.

She walked over to the barkeep, who pointed her in the direction of Hrothgar. He still had his hood up, concealing his face. Enelye looked at Hrothgar with a puzzled look then walked slowly to his table. Upon reaching it she said, "Rufus tells me you are looking for me? I do not think I recognize you sir. Who may you be and what may I help you with?" She stood in front of Hrothgar casually, but defiantly, not knowing it was him.

Hrothgar, what do you do?

Rufus

"She was in here last night talking to a somber gent. Haven't seen her but the other one lit outta here after the Captain of the Guard smacked him in the face." Rufus chuckled," I reckon the other one and the elf got into some places they shouldn'ta. They went west onto the Marches. Came back with some treasure, but also got a boastful, pain in the neck, killed. So I reckon the Baron wanted to hear their story." Rufus , casually cleaned the bar. "So, you be buying anything, or maybe some lodging? I'm all talked out."

Hrothgar looked around and saw several people already enjoying the Tankards sweet ales and dark draughts.

Weary Tankard part Deux

Hrothgar strode into the Weary Tankard, his face concealed under the hood and cape. The barman looked at him strangely. Hrothgars face was not his own, an amalgom of everyman. It was a little unsettling to look at because of its plastic nature. And futher, it was a nice day out and the cape made him look suspicious. But some folks preferred to be anonymous these days.

"Name's Rufus, get you somethin?" said the barman to Hrothgar.

The Chase Continues

Hrothgar tore out of the front doorway to the Tankard and turned right. He headed for the stables for his horse. He dodged around four saddled horses that stood at a hitching post and then turned the corner around the Inn Keepers tower and sprinted to the stable. They wee open, since it was mid morning. and there stood Hrothgars horse in a stall eating oats. His pursuers had not rounded the corner yet, but soon would.

Hrothgar what do you wish to do?

The Chase is on!

The Captain turned to flip the barkeep a few silver coins for the busted tankard. "Sorry Rufus, this one had an attitude about seeing his lordship. I'll buy you a spirit at the Marsh next time we have a chance."

As he had turned his head to speak with Rufus, so did his men. As they all chuckled, Hrothgar bolted out the front door and into the walled courtyard of the Inn and Tavern. The front arched gate was open. It was 30' away from the front door. Four horses were saddled up and tied to the ring out front.

The day is drizzling rain, and mud puddles are starting to form on the courtyard grounds.

Hrothgar, What would you like to do?

An armored fist struck Hrothgar in the jaw, (3pts). The Captain had reached over lightning quick and struck Hrothgar. Knocking the clay tankard to the floor and shattering it. (end of surprise round)

"You have one more chance to walk to see Lord Northewode, otherwise you will be dragged there by horse Do not delay in making your decision." The Captain stood with an easy stance, but one that was fully prepared to strike or give the command to.

Hrothgar, what do you wish to do?