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Breila wrote:Tel and Nezza come running, and the three old men leave their corner table to get a better look.

Nezza looks at Martin. "You may think this is funny, Drake, but we don't" she reprimands him. "Let him get up!" Indeed, everyone looks quite angry, and the goodwill Martin has achieved with his networking seems compromised. Only one of the old men sounds a little amused when he asks "What's our Master Council Clerk done to you?"


(OOC @Stik: You've concentrated on meeting the "commom folk" and the "honourables", this quiet young man in his back office will probably have escaped your attention. Since you didn't ask if you had seen him somewhere before acting, I thought you had not, for a bit of GM fun.)

Robbo wrote:He jumps up from the table and heads upstairs, returning a couple of minutes later looking like he's ready for a long journey, with his armor on, weapons in their places and pack on his back.

"I realized I didn't have anywhere to carry my armor if I didn't want to wear it..." he pauses for a second before adding, "Ready to go?"

Stik wrote:And why did she wear her armor all the way home on the boat from Dunreese? Wasn't she scared of drowning?

Being a person who wears armor, sometimes for long periods, I can answer that question for you: Armor is heavy, and not very comfortable to wear, but it is easier to wear it than to carry it. A duke once told me "Never carry it if you can wear it, but never wear it if you can get someone else to carry it for you."