Leah walks into the inn after many hours on the streets, pulls off her hood and walks up to the bartender shifting her longsword into a more comfortable position

Hello. I would like a pint please

The bartender gives her one and Leah sits down inside a booth facing the door and watches what everyone is doing. She takes a sip of her pint letting the sweet drink drip down her parched throat.

The small moogle opened the door and flew in. It was easy to tell he wasn't in the best of spirits, despite his foreign nature. He flew to the bartender and asked politely for a glass of milk. After getting it tock took the glass to an empty table back in the corner. Valor, the equally strange winged dog came in with the moogle and followed tock. Tock let out a tired sigh as he sat down. He drank a little of the milk, but it didn't comfort him much. He had had a bad day and simply hoped that it didn't get any worse.

Gos arrived at the Green Gryphon long before the victim arrived. His sources told him that she would be at the tavern tonight, and his intentions were to hunt her down at all cause. Gos didnt seem to care of what the taverns patrons would do or how they would react on the attack. It would not be long before his bounty arrived, and it would not be long before he took the pleasure in harming her. The art of hunting was beautiful yet so delicate.

Gos sat in a corner of the tavern, cloaked as to be concealed by most that didnt really take notice. His bounty walked in but Gos chose to remain secluded in his own little space. Gos spied on her and studied every movement and all her actions. Gos was rejoicing in his own game.

"It is time to rid this parasite of its life..."

(( Time skip from 'arrival' thread))
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Posuda had a feeling, deep engrained into his thoughts, that the farther he would go north the more varied monstrosities - or to be polite, species - he would find. The small village that he went to that he was not literate enough to read the name of seem like a quaint serene town, that is, until he saw a mongrel like thing, it looked like a dog on it's hind legs. But, upon further inspection of the thing, it was not. For the tales he would tell his clan he would refer to the thing with a short -and thusly disrespectful - name, Nol.

Posuda tried to get into a inn, or another place to rest, he slipped by the Nol trying to not catch the mongrel's attention. Entering the inn, the place smelled on average food and drink. He ordered Juniper Ale -or as some called it, gin- and sat at a table waiting for the waitress to bring him a plate of cooked meat. He didn't know what kind of meat, and even though that should concern him, he was not in the mood to learn more common - he was hungry. In fact the man was so enveloped drinking and waiting for the meal he ignored the second short little monstrosity walking around across the room. He put his pack to his feet, and his spear still showed as a sign that you might not want to mess with man as he got angrier and hungrier waiting for the meal.

Sealamin swirled downwards in a large circle from the sky, his wings out wide gliding him down to land on the path leading back accross the plains to the southernmost mountains, the dustless path that now lead into the village of Kellen. Landing lightly, his right arm resting peacefully on Claryus, Sealamin spied the known inn called The Green Gryphon. His travelling party, that was further down the path still with the horse and cart would be arriving within 2 hours, and he needed to find a place for the 7 of them to rest for the night, and to house the 2 horses and the cart. The Green Gryphon would be that place.

Untying his cloak from around his neck, and draping it accross his left arm, Sealamin walked straight in through the door, oblivious to anyone else as he strode up to someone who looked like the inn owner. With his left arm resting on the bar, the cloak swashed over it, and his right hand resting lightly on the pommel on Claryus, his elbow slightly stuck out, Sealamin smiled at the barman and waved him over. A quick look around showed that the inn was quite busy. A relatively tall man sat at the side armed with a spear, another small sort of animal in a back corner, a group of 5 young looking elves enjoying themselves with 3 young ladies, a few other patrons in 2s and 3s and then a lone figure in the back corner.

Opening his left hand to show 5 glinting coins of gold, Sealamin spoke to the barman, "I am merely flying ahead to ask about lodgings for the night, and a meal and some supplies for tonight and for tomorow." Sealamin closed his fist again and he locked eyes with the barman. "We have 6 other fellows and 2 horses with a cart. Gold is not an issue." Sealamin broke into a grin again at the barmans slightly surprised look.

Posuda's meal arrived, he was jubilant as the mystery meat made of a unknown cooking method, animal, and spice arrived on his table.He dug into his plate his his fork, he knew that he had to keep a eye on manners, but his stomach told him otherwise. After finishing his plate he left his plate completely dry and devoid from any food. He looked around, and now he was bored. Typically he would just go to any nearby tankard for entertainment on a night like this - instead he wanted to do something else. He looked around to see what activity was happening, and nothing was happening. Except a group of three men playing dice games off of the center of the room. By all means, the men sitting around the table playing the dice games could be described as thugs - grimy clothing, long unkept beards, and all around muscular and intimidating- any one would be wise to stay away from these men.

But, guided by boredom, Posuda took his pack and spear to a empty seat at that table. The men sitting there glared at him, making posuda shift in his seat in uncomfortability. Posuda removed his pouch of gold from his pack and took five gold coins to add to the tables jackpot. A new round of dice started, the man who rolled the guide dice hit a nine, one of the harder numbers to nick. Next Posuda was given two dice, he rolled a five on one dice and a one on the other. So far he had lost thirty pieces of gold, five he had given for the potluck. Another man rolled what altogether equalled nine by Posuda's count, but every other man on the table disputed this, while the four men got increasingly hostile. Posuda tried to get out of this without making more of a scene - but that was impossible. Instead he grabbed his spear, already preparing for the worst.


((OP will decide, not me, if the men will break out into fighting. If they do not want this here I'll make them cool down.))