(Introductions) At the Galloping Bandit

[thatdarncat]

Heavy rain beats on the cedar shingles of the Galloping Bandit's roof. The common room is quiet - the wise stay home on a night like this. The serving girls sit by the fire, gossping in whispers as the innkeeper stiffles a yawn, leaning on the bar.

The door crashes open, snatched from the hand of a traveler by the wind. The innkeeper straightens startled, then calls for the girls to bring a towel, a mug and hang the traveler's cloak to dry.

Vonsar Kennyrlylth shrugs out of his cloak and settles himself into a chair, drying his long blue/white hair. The serving girl leans over the table, giving him ample chance to admire the stitching of her bodace. He smiles - polite but disinterested - "A mug of hot cider, and the rest of my company will be along shortly. We'll be needing rooms for the night and they'll want a hot meal."

As the serving girl heads to the kitchen, the door bangs open again...