Drakador_Chaos
She shakes her head and grabs the coins.
"Ye can tek tha bow and dae some huntin, when yae gat enough money tae pay fer it, come back and gies it then, I'sn tek thes as security."
boombox
"On If its gold, and if it's yours. I wasn't born yesterday, where does someone like you get a bag of gold just like that eh? Rob the mail did you?"
Fort_Master_Gustav
The four follow "Clamper" up the gravel drive, his bobbing lantern throwing the shadows of the trees on either side into sharp relief. The lights of the house up ahead shine through the rain, and soon they are standing at the porch, "Clamper" rings the bell, then turns.
"I'll be back to my post then sir-"
"No there will be no need for that, come in and get dry for a bit, I can't imagine who would call on us this late."
"Very well sir."
There is a crack of light and the door opens, a typical butler type standing within.
"Welcome home sir, the fire in the master bedroom is lit, as is the Nursery fire."
The six walk into a large hallway that ends in a large staircase, there is a red luxurious looking carpet on the floor, and the butler looks aghast at Clamper treading mud all over it with his large groundsman's boots.
"Take our coats and put them by the kitchen fire to dry please Berthold."
"Of course sir."
He looks at the Ambassador with contempt.
"Shall I have Grosvenor prepare a bed in the storehouse sir?"
"Don't be foolish man, light the fire in the guest bedroom, this gentleman is a great friend."
"He looks like he would be better suited to a dog basket sir."
"Berthold! I know I encourage open speech but that was a little far!"
"Apologies my lord, I will see to it immediately."
Looking anything but apologetic, Berthold takes the coats, bows, and walks off down the hall, dissapearing behind the staircase.
Jenwuf
The barkeeper watches them with interest, listening to the strange noises and frowning in concentration, when they have finished he walks over again, leaning on the bar.
"Aes thaet whut passes fur speakin whur yae caem fram?"
