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Goldgel leans against the bar and orders himself a goblet of wine. He sighs and leans on the wall nearby as he waits.
Saqr glances over to Gold before walking over to him, "[H] Good evening, Father."
Goldgel glances over at Saqr and nods with a slight smile, "[H] Good eve... Care for a drink?"
Dolguzagarr walks down the hall and comes to a halt at the threshold of the common area as he spots the Southron men near the bar, and slides into the jam using it's bulk to hide him as he listens...
Goldgel glances back at the bar, sliding a few more coins onto the worn surface, "[H] Wine or tea? or something else perhaps?"
Saqr crosses his arms as if thinking, "[H] Tea would be good."
Goldgel nods and glances back at the barkeep "And one tea..." He grabs his wine and pivots a bit to glance at Saqr, "[H] And how are you faring?"
Dolguzagarr steals a glance past the jam to quickly examine the two men as closely as he can and mumbles to himself quietly in Haradic before moving back down the hall to the back of the Inn.
Dolguzagarr closes and locks his door then removes his mask letting his raven hair loose from it's confines.
Dolguzagarr pulls a pipe out of a large pouch on his side and begins to pack it with a herb with an almost revolting smell, then lights it and begins to smoke quietly staring deeply into the fireplace... thinking.
Dolguzagarr returns his mask to his face and heads to the common room, unlocking and closing his room door as he goes.
Goldgel smiles and nods, wrapping his hands around the goblet, "[H] Very good names indeed..."
Dolguzagarr returns to the taproom/common area and approaches the bar, careful not to let his mask slip and to be as silent and unassuming as possible
Saqr smiles more as he nods, "[H] Thank you. I cannot wait."
Goldgel grins a bit adn lowers his goblet, "[H] Nether can I! And I'm only the grandfather..."
Morrigon rubs her eyes tiredly and stands beside Goldgel.
Dolguzagarr taps the bar lightly and nods to Barliman who goes to work immediately as the masked man turns back to look at the door, though his eyes would move to the group nearest him every once and awhile.
Inspecting Morrigon...
Saqr glances over to Morrigon before nodding in greeting, "Good evening."
Morrigon gave Saqr a silent nod.
Goldgel glances over at Morri and nods. He peers into his wine goblet and swirls the crimson red contents a moment before taking a sip.
Dolguzagarr turns back over his shoulder to Barliman who would have returned with a steaming cup of a foul smelling brownish liquid, and places a few archaic looking coins on the bar as he takes the cup, not drinking from it strangely.
Saqr glances over at the man to the right, suspicious.
Dolguzagarr turns back to survey the patrons and moves to the table nearest the door and sits looking outward towards the bar.
Goldgel glances over, following his son's gaze to the man.
Dolguzagarr sits down without a sound.
Saqr goes back to drinking his tea, "[H] Hm. Strange one. Best not to mess with him."
Dolguzagarr places his cup beside him on the long bench, and pulls out a dagger and begins to carve into a piece of gnarled wood from his pouch.
Goldgel nods and sips his wine, nearly finished the glass already, "[H] Mhm... So it seems..." He pauses, "[H] Keep teh first day of summer open if possible... I am planning a ball that day."
Saqr raises a brow as he looks to Gold, "[H] A ball?"
Goldgel nods, "[H] You know... Big fest, dancing... Celebrations..."
Goldgel says, '[H] Big fancy dresses and such...'
Dolguzagarr tries with all his skill to listen to the group over the music near him as he skillfully carves a small galleon from the wood.
Saqr says, '[H] That sounds rather fun.'
Goldgel smiles, "[H] Aye... I'm keeping my ships busy and shipping amny things up for it.
Dolguzagarr begins carving words in black speech onto the galleon, whispering quietly to himself as he does.
Saqr says, '[H] I will look forward to it, Father.'
Goldgel smiles a bit, "Aye it should be fun... And no, I am not wearing a dress..."
Saqr nearly chokes on his tea before laughing, "I hope not!"
Goldgel lets out a softly amused chuckles and smirks, "Aye... Though it would be amusing... I am not wearing one!"
Goldgel says, 'I will leave that to the women.'
Dolguzagarr finishes his work with the galleon and stands picking up his cup as he slides his dagger away, and walks to the table nearest the bar, leaving his cup and wooden ship there and then leaves the Inn, no longer content to sit and listen... there were things to prepare.
