Entering the Tavern (( Dec 17th, 11:15pm ))

[Sigurd Vask]

Grimnir opens the door to the tavern and strolls in to pull up a chair and sit down, his sword resting on the table. "I am sure the tavernkeep is hiding somewhere." He glances over his shoulder to Alaxel.

[Alaxel Vane]

Alaxel takes a moment look around. There are figures in the musty place, nursing their drinks and keeping to themselves. She notices a few glance up to peer at the both of them, their eyes curious.

Her eyes flicker from the rafters to the windows and the door, even down to the detritus on the wooden floor, before she strides up to the table and takes a seat of her own. "It'll do quite well. Better than the stables. Roads are quite poor on the mainland, it seems."

[Sigurd Vask]

"Poor?" Grimnir chuckles, pulling a cloth from his pouch and setting about putting a gleam to his blade. "The roads around here only lead to places you don't want to be, or to people that don't wish to be found. Be wary, even I am on my guard." The man's face cracking into a smile as he stared through the dim light to the woman.

[Alaxel Vane]

"The cardinal rule of my profession, warrior. Be wary." Alaxel watched Grimnir polish his longsword for a short moment, then turned her head slightly to follow Grimnir's eyes. A man stood behind the bar, washing his hands on an old dishcloth.

"You must be the Tavern-keep." Alaxel said smoothly. "Good eve, sir."

[Sigurd Vask]

Grimnir smirks at the tavernkeep, "She's going to need a room, and if you don't have one to offer, I'll set up some of my additional supplies to keep her warm and dry. I'll cover any expenses." He twirled his sword back to his hip loop and looked intensely at Alaxel, "I am genuinely wondering what you've come to sell."

[Alaxel Vane]

Alaxel nodded appreciatively. "My thanks, Grim." She listened to the tavern keep's muttering for a moment, and the price of boarding, and after that was settled and the man returned to his duties, she turned her attention to the Jarl.

"Buy and sell, really. And watch. Learn. The goods I produce are a standard of course, but in this corner of the world there may be different priorities." Alaxel brushed back her cloak and plucked out a potion from its pouch as an example. "That's why I am only staying for a few days, then returning to my township. Consider this reconnaissance."

[Quiet]

*the door opens and Sven steps in, he limps towards the bar and orders a bottle of wine, looking to Grimnir he waves and makes his was over slowly*

"Jarl" *he nods to Grimnir*

"Who iz zis?" *makes a friendly gesture towards the young lady*

[Shaper Raccoon]

Callum enters the tavern a couple moments after Sven, His lip bloodied and cheek swollen. He walks up behind sven and comments "Ye turn to buy right lad?" he chuckles a little and then turns to Grimnir and his friend. "Evening Grimnir, Who be ye friend?"

[Sigurd Vask]

"Alaxel. An old abd dear friend." He eyes Sven. "Why are you limping, Sven?"

[Quiet]

*motions to Callum*

"same reazon he has a bloody lip, training turned into sparring, which turned into brawling"

*he shrugs and passes Callum a few copper*