Keld muttered quietly as he walked into the Kaima Inn, "Now look what I've done, forced myself into one of these blasted taverns where there are..." He paused for a moment, as if disgusted by the next word, "...people! Probably can't even sell anything to these people." He paused again and sighed, "then again, it's not like I can sell much of anything to anybody." He took the time to look around, realizing that he'd walked into a relatively small place; well, small compared to most inns and taverns that he'd ran across through his journeys. Keld sighed again, rolled his eyes, and found a table to sit at and wait; he wasn't even sure if this place served anything, besides of course a bed and a place to stay. Though after a short wait, eventually a woman came by and asked him if he wanted anything; there was a short pause as Keld raised a brow at the woman. He looked down at the floor, nervous as usual when it came to people, especially women, that he didn't know; after another moment or two he finally answer, "Just some ale I guess, something that tastes decent and could get me drunk." She didn't answer, just nodded and walked off.

Keld took some more notes on his surroundings; the place was relatively empty, perhaps because it was long past the hours for good business at an inn. Either that or this community truly was a poor society, one poorer than he had ever come across during his travels. Not to say that it was a bad thing, Keld couldn't complain with the lack of people; he hated being in public, or around a lot of people. He didn't really understand himself, liking to be around a few people, but only if he knew them; couldn't stand being around a lot of people, but he forced himself to be in taverns because he didn't want to be alone.

The woman came back with a tankard and set it down in front of Keld. She said nothing; once again, nodding, and then walking away. He peered into the mug, looking at the amber colored liquid. He picked it up, leaned back, took a sip, sat it down, and simply waited, relaxing. Time stood still as he did so, in the quiet, almost desolate inn.

Dunimir, heir of the most honorable of names, save for that of the King, sat gratefully within the warmth if the Inn; and he watched the arrival of a kindred soul. Save this soul was different to him on one regard. by his demeanor and body-language, this one wished, but for the fact he would be alone, wished he did not have to mingle with the kind of low-lives, dead-beats, and bores that usually populated this kind of space.

This is why Dunimir invited himself to the new-comers; table with a ramekin of the proprietors personal reserve spirit; distilled from the best grain of the countryside.

He sat next to the stranger in complete boldness, but his expression was one that said "please don't send me away. Try this." and he drank the same stuff, as if to show it was not deadly.

"Welcome" He said, with a little cough from the burn of the spirit. "What news? Where are you from. Sorry to be so bold: but what name have you? I am Dunimir. I would kill for some serious company, pardon the irony."

Chee soo walked into what appeared to be an empty inn.
He walked up to the bar and asked "Just water please." Sweat beaded down from chee soo's face and he breathed heavily. Chee soo had spent all night training in the forest.
Climbing a brilliant excersize He thought.Really gets the blood flowing

As the bartender brought his water he paid then gulped at it immediatley.
"another please" After his water came he picked it up and looked around, the place was empty except for two people talking.

Chee soo wasn't very good with people but even he needed someone to talk to every once in a while.

He walked over and asked "mind if I join you?" He stood and waited for a reply.

Keld's eyes snapped to the movement that stirred as a man he had not earlier noticed stood and made his way across the room to sit at the table. He examined the man only a short time; he had no opportunity to because he was already being spoken to as though the two of them had known each other for years. Keld admired the Dunimir's boldness, but at the same time was, in some way and perhaps only a little, annoyed by the gesture. Keld had no reason to disregard Dunimir's first request; besides, Keld also could use the company, as much as he despised himself for thinking so. However, he eyed the drink with an odd suspicion that would come from any person who had been so randomly offered a drink; though he eased at the sight of this newcomer to his table drinking some himself.

Keld paused for a moment after Dunimir's spill and then gave his reply, "So many questions. I am afraid you'll find that I am not as interesting as you may think me to be. I will get to your questions, you have my word; but if you are truly so bold then you may answer two of my questions first. The first being: 'what lies in that?'" He pointed to the drink offered to him earlier, "and the second also pertaining to this, being: 'what does it taste like?'" He raised a brow and stared at it, but after speaking turned to Dunimir. They were questions that were true to what he wanted to know; his curiosity was getting the best of him. However, in the war between better judgment and his curious nature, Keld usually allowed his senses to get the better and not get himself into any trouble without being forewarned.

As the questions left his mouth, a moment would pass and then another traveler would join them. Keld thought to himself, 'Is it just me, or do I draw a crowd?' He smirked and answered the newcomer's request, "If you so wish. Dunimir here was just about to explain the contents of this... drink that he's offered." Keld now turned from the newcomer to Dunimir, waiting for a response; from either of them.

Keros simply smiled and chuckled at the crowd of people gatehring around the man. That was the thing about the Kaima Inn - whenever you didn't want to be noticed, whenever you made every attempt to scare people off, it only attracted them more. Keros himself was trying to put up with a villager talking some drivel about "Sky-elves" that flew in "Frying Pans in the Sky!". The smell of alcohol on the man's breath was fervent, and Keros had long since managed to drown out his words. The people of this village - so simple, and yet so scarred. No wonder they tried to drown their sorrows. Keros smiled again, and sipped from his ale. Humanity had to be the most spectacular civilisation in all of Arda. Except, of course, the dragons and dragonclans.

Roncho stomped up to the door of the inn, mace clanking at his side, he never used it, just kept it for the eventual wolf attack or for hunting moose. And looked. "ka, i, ma inn" he said to him self. "When I own an inn I will just give it a simple name," he though to himself. He sighed to himself going back to the thought of his imaginary inn. The big roaring fire in the corner, the large moose head above it, the giant kegs of ale behind, the tankards of ale, even the smell of the huge wild boar roasting on a spit. All of these he had in his mind since he knew what a beer was and what an inn was. Roncho continued in his thoughts, he wouldn't even need to hire a bouncer, who would mess with a troll. "Ha no one that’s who," he said to him self, Roncho was now staring into the stars in wonderment. He could see and hear it all all the sights, smells, sounds, even the warmth of the fire on his hide. "One day," he sighed to himself "one day."

"Ok, enough dreaming time for the here and now, the bar here and the ale now," Roncho chuckled to himself for the pun as he opened the large wooden door to the inn. He barely took one step inside when suddenly a loud bang sounded as his nose ran into the door frame. Almost everyone went quiet and looked at the source of the sound, all they saw was a troll swatting at his nose while giving a roar of frustration. Once everyone saw it was simply was a troll making an idiot of himself they resumed to their banter. Roncho, ignoring the pain stomped inside trying to look somewhat intimidating to make up for the door. "ugh, stupid human doors, when I get my own inn it'll have troll sized doors." he thought to himself.

As he walked to his seat Roncho looked over the crowd. Drunkards laughing at jokes that were only funny due to their drunken stupor, men making deals unknown, and even a drunken man leveled by what looked like a sledgehammer punch to the stomach. He laughed to himself “going to be felling that tomorrow.” He yelled to the person at the nearby table. The man laughed and turned back to his tankard. He stared over to a table with three men at a table, talking to one another “jeez look like they’re demanding protection money or something, one things for sure, one of them looked almost scared of these two men talking to him, like he doesn’t want to be noticed,” he thought to himself. He sat down at the bar, the chair groaning in protest. The bar tender staring warily at Roncho. "well what are you waiting for, ale, something strong, no weak elves’ stuff." the bartender went to fetch his beer. “Maybe later I’ll go over there and see what’s going on, looks like something that could be interesting. But now for my dry throat and this wet ale to drown it." Roncho gave a hearty laugh at he downed his first ale of the evening.

Akjaba entered the Kaima Inn, many memories lay in this Inn, for it was where he
was raised after his real homeland was raided. The swift smell of Roasted beef
immediately attacked his nostrils, which he loved. Akjaba flickered his eyes from
person to person, making sure nobody here was going to cause any trouble. It didn't seem like it at first, until he noticed a large armour-clad troll sitting by a seat,
and from what he could tell nearly crushing it. Akjaba kept his eyes on the Troll as
he made way to the counter, ready to order an ale and perhaps a room for the night, being a traveller he couldn't stay for as long as he had hoped. After taking his refreshment and paying for it, Akjaba pulled his mask up his face, tightening it
to make sure nobody saw his face. With his eyes on the Armoured troll, he made way to a seat and took it, making himself comfortable.

Akjaba kept his eyes on the troll for around 10 minutes when suddenly the troll
rose to its feet and headed over to the counter, mace to the side. Akjaba knew
(or thought he knew) what was going to happen and rushed over to the bar,
making sure he didn't look a bit to suspicious. The troll merely grunted and took its ale, before walking back to its seat. "Weird for a troll to just be at peace like that" He thought to himself. He looked then over to the corner,
his eyes distracted from the troll for only a minute. The me over at the corner seat
were seemingly jumping up and down on the tables, in a childlike manner. Akjaba
could tell, and so could everyone else, That these men were drunk. Akjaba then
looked over to another seat, where a woman was giving a man a "good time" or
so it sounded. But enough distractions, he shifted his eyes back to the Troll, now resting its mace on its knees and it gulped down another ale, gesturing the barkeeper for a refill. "Weird".

It had been a week of hitch-hiking with merchant caravans that had finally brought Jaz Verdek to the Kaimaa Inn in the village of Estolad. The first stop on his cross-world tour.

He paused at the door and patted his leather jacket down, creating clouds from the dust that had infiltrated his clothes over the past week of travel.

"Well, nobody's perfect, I guess." He glanced down
"Entering the building, he brushed through a crowd of undoubtably questionable individuals and paced up to the bar, and requested three glasses of water. The none-to-friendly-looking bartender, aside from a perked eyebrow, complied without complaint or question, which Jaz was thankful for.

Jaz then proceeded to gulp down the first glass of water, before taking the second and third glasses back outside.

He poured the second glass of water over his hands washing away the accumulated grime from the past week. The third glass he poured over his head, enjoying the refreshing feel of cold water as it filtered through his green hair.

Shaking his head off, he felt renewed, and turned back to the bar.

Now to business