[ Iorveth wagers that this stupid man would have nothing against Scratch if he actually met him, but he's not going to pick a fight over the dog's honor tonight.
(Maybe some other time, though. It might be fun.)
He watches the innkeep slither away while he mumbles something about floorboards and the potential state of them; when he's sure that Alan is out of earshot, Iorveth scoffs: ]
Did you have to mention the owlbear?
[ Now they have to hope that no one complains about errant hooting in the night. A sigh, and Iorveth makes his way through Elfsong's first-floor tavern-space, taking care not to step on Zambomba the cat (who meows aristocratically at the both of them, a clear warning for the hairless servants to mind his tail) along the way. ]
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(Maybe some other time, though. It might be fun.)
He watches the innkeep slither away while he mumbles something about floorboards and the potential state of them; when he's sure that Alan is out of earshot, Iorveth scoffs: ]
Did you have to mention the owlbear?
[ Now they have to hope that no one complains about errant hooting in the night. A sigh, and Iorveth makes his way through Elfsong's first-floor tavern-space, taking care not to step on Zambomba the cat (who meows aristocratically at the both of them, a clear warning for the hairless servants to mind his tail) along the way. ]