::He tosses him a key he retrieves from under the countertop:: Third door on the left...

thanks.

**picks up rifle and walks slowly to the stairwell**

a round of drinks for the house.

Anybody?

::he laughs lightly seemingly sane for the moment:: so free with your money are you not...

If you got it, spend it. if not the bloody thieves get you every time.

::he chuckles once more:: true enough I guess...

as I said, just let me know when my credit runs out.

:leaves the tavern:

::he stares at the door as it closes behind him for a moment lost in his choatic thoughts then returns to quietly wiping down the bartop::

*walks down the stairwell, still a bit tired, and returns to the bar area*

::he looks up:: anything i can get you...

*looks up to Rose*
No, thank you, im fine
*sits down at a table*

as you wish...::he returns to wiping his bartop idoly::

-The sound of thunder roars through the tavern, as a stranger walks calmly into the tavern, water sliding down the length of his cloak and dripping off of its very bottom, while his hood remains up, hiding his face in deep dark shadows.-

-He glances this way and that, taking in his surroundings quickly, and then he decides on his next course of action, which is to slide calmly into an empty seat at an empty table.-

*glances at the stranger as he walks in, unsure of what to think of him, smiles gently, then returns her gaze to the table*
*takes out a silver coin and tosses it about in her hand, sighs deeply, then puts it away*

-As the sound of rain striking the top of the tavern can be heard, the stranger lets his right gloved hand slide out onto the table top, his right index finger tapping along to some unheard tune that only he can hear.-

Two plus one plus three....

-He mutters this, almost so quietly that you would have to be a dog to be able to hear what he said. His eyes glaze over a bit, and his finger goes still. His head tilts slowly to the side, and then he starts to tap some more.-

*raises straight off the barstool, finishing off the now cold coffee and brings the fifth of brandy underarm*

*places a few coins upon the bar as a tip*

I appreciate you not awaking me sir

*paces over to the table that the lady just arrived to*

If I haven't already introduced myself. . .

*bows slightly keeping eye contact*

The name's Griff. . .

::He stops wiping the bartop and places the coins in the strongbox. He turns to John.:: Can I get you anything?

-As the bartender speaks to him, his head snaps in the direction of the man. His eyes, no longer glazed over, appear to be sharp and filled with intelligence, while a ray of light shafts through the darkness cast down by his hood, allowing the green of his eyes to sparkle slightly.-

I wish for nothing, kind sir.

-His finger has stopped tapping against the table top, and he slides the gloved hand back down toward his lap, a simple smile slowly spreading across his face.-

::he shrugs and turns to begin wiping glasses clean for the next group of patrons calling behind his shoulder:: as you wish. Tell me if you need anything I shant be going anywere.

**the sound of thunder rolls through with such force that the glasses shake on bar and a bottle of wine falls to the floor.**

<silence>

**a second roll comes through, only this time the stranger falls on his face - a hole in the back of his head**

**everyone hits the floor, several pull out weapons and start pointing in every direction**

<nothing>

**I walk into the room holding my rifle, through a door with a whole in it the size of a dime**

**I say, "Well looky here, looks like I got him yet. I suppose I owe you an explanation"**

**I start walking to the door without saying a word, when I reach it I toss the bartender a bag full of coins and say "sorry about the mess, this should cover the damages"**



[Edited by manifesto of osiris on 04-11-01 at 06:40 PM]