Gramy w Highlands, Deep Waters

[Eltarek]

Survey your surroundings.

[Bruce Campbell]

W związku z remisem, generator liczb losowych podjął decyzję - Survey your surroundings.

The folk song loudly muffles every conversation around you, as you stop to quickly survey the pub for the person with whom you should meet.
Alex Paterson, the e-mail had read. He described himself as average height, blonde hair and blue eyes. It would be easy if he were not describing half of the Scottish population as well.
- So, ye havin' nothing, mate? - asks the bartender, again.
You look at the bartender, who smiles curiously at you, and then you answer:

- No, thank you. Maybe later.

After staring awkwardly at you, as if not expecting a foreigner's accent in these whereabouts, the bartender turns himself to another customer. You continue your way around the pub.

Wander amidst the tables.

Soon you catch a man in his early thirties sitting only by himself at the corner of The Husband's Retreat. His blond hair cleanly shaven; his skin reddened; his eyes wandering from his finished pint to every table in the pub. He has probably noticed you already.
His countenance shifts as he exchanges looks with you—his apparent sadness turns into a kind of excitement. He corrects his posture and offers you the seat just across the table.
- Please, sit down. I'm happy to see that you've come.

▪		- Thanks. (Sit at the table)
▪		(Sit at the table cautiously. I don't trust him.)
▪		- Who are you, really? Your name's not enough.

[Kradus]

Temat przeniesiony do archiwum Sesji RPG.