Big Game Hunters (IC)

[Rydax]

Jaegar smirked at the question and relaxed back against his chair. "Well you know. The usual. Keeping myself busy and fed. Of course what I heard about this place was too hard to resist."

"And what about you," he grinned. "Still selling trinkets inbetween slaughtering things?"

[Zimmia]

Marin

"Sure enough," she replied. "It's something to do in my spare time, and gives a little cushion in case I can't kill my way to my dinner. Surely better than hiring myself out to some temple or other."

[Rydax]

Jaegar nodded in understanding. "But from the sound of things, this beast they have here would be well worth it. Quite a challenge. It's obviously strong enough to tear apart many men at a time." He then lowered his voice, to make sure what he said next was only between the two of them. "That normally wouldn't be much of a problem, but from what I've heard...you know I think it may be intelligent. If it does have brains to match, all of these fools are going to get themselves killed, unprepared for what awaits. They'll never realize that they are actually the prey."

[Zimmia]

"Aye, too right" Marin replied with a smirk. "I suppose the right thing to do would be to try and get them to realize just what they might be up against. Or..." she lowered her voice a bit more, "we could just pick up the pieces afterward. What say, old friend?"

[Rydax]

"It seems that the next batch of fools are going after it in the morning. If we were to simply follow and observe, then we can get an idea of how it thinks, and how it fights, before making our own move. No predator ever became very successful by being wreckless."

[Zimmia]

"Seems reasonable to me," Marin replied. "What is it they say... 'the wise learn from others mistakes'?"

[Rydax]

Jaegar simply smiled, with a nod, and took a drink of his tea.

[Human Paragon 3]

The following morning, Mr. Rogan rises at the break of dawn and heads to the lodge to see who shows up for the hunt and who, cowardly, stays behind.

[Mikeavelli]

Assuming here that Zimmia and Jaeger simply finish up the small talk and call it a night.

So we can push things along and start this up again before it dies!

The following morning

Cleaned up and free of drunkards, most of whom are still sleeping off last night's excesses, Harrington's is a revived building, much more in line with the small town homeliness you would expect of a town like Spielburg. A plump man who was barely part of the background last night is out in full force serving breakfast to the six youths from Brille who were boasting so loudly last night. The lot of them look ready to leave within the next few minutes, "Eat up boys, Yer parents must be proud o' ye, bein' such fine young hunters."

When Rogan comes out, the man steps right up, extending a meaty palm in welcome, "Good morning stranger! Warms me heart to see ye' up an' eager hunters passin' through. Terribly sorry to not have made yer' acquaintance last night, what with how busy we were and all. Name's Harrington, proprieter of this Inn, let me know if you need anything while you're here."

[Mantid]

Besil wanders into the common room, ready to begin the day's hunt.

[Kyroswolf]

Geoffery follows close on the heels of his cousin. Quickly scanning the bar again. He acknowledges Rogan, then sits at a table, waiting for the hunt.

[Cruxador]

The Raven from last night flies into the room and finds a solitary perch, though its owner doesn't seem to be present.

[Human Paragon 3]

Rogan

No worries, mate. Set me up with some bangers and mash and I'll be happy as a clam. I'm just waiting for my men to assemble and eat before we head out.
To the bird:

Where's the big frowny bloke?

[Cruxador]

"He's in the room still. should be down eventually"

[Mikeavelli]

"So, Breakfast fer just three o' ye and a bird is it? Do ye' have any more friends coming down I should let the cooks know about? I should hope they get here soon, Morning's almost over!" Harrington asks after subtly pushing Rogan, Geoffery, and Basil off to the same table. He's at a loss over how to feed the bird, but has seen enough over the past few days to know about wizards and what the Raven is.

After a moment spent thinking about it, he just straight out asks him, "And what would you be wanting for breakfast?"

[tonberryking]

The Big Frowny Bloke

Bear finishes grinding down a decent edge on his hatchet; when he appears coming down the steps (notably, his footsteps are suspiciously quiet) he's thumbing the edge of the weapon and find it satisfactory. Rather than sleeping in he'd been up with the sun, making sure his gear was in working fashion.

"Meat." is his answer as he grimly slides the axe into place over his right shoulder, completing his preparations.

[Cruxador]

"I get to choose? um.. I'd like some meat" Says the raven. "When my cheerful companion comes down he'll be hungry too, but he'll eat whatever you give him"

[Kyroswolf]

"Nothing for me thank you. Perhaps a little extra for my companions here."

Geoffery declines the offered meal as he waits for the rest of the hunters to arrive.

[Mikeavelli]

"Right then, We've got some ham for you, big fellow, and I'll have the lasses' chop some of it up for the little Master." Harrington caters to the Bear and the Raven respectively, "Eggs and ham all around for the indecisive, can't say I've ever heard of Bangers though. Those some kind of biscuit?"

[Zimmia]

Marin

Marin comes downstairs in the morning, and finds a table away from the larger crowd, standing her greatsword against the wall. She orders some eggs, bread and tea and then takes out a length of fine leather and braids it while she waits.

[Mantid]

"Seems some of us are a little slow to rise this morning," Besil remarks. "Perhaps some of us should head over to the temporary hospital and speak with Taen Kras while whoever stays here can gather up the late comers and meet them there."