Indeed, as Richter was in his joy jog down to the Dolphin, he had sighted yet another Mi'qote vectoring towards the Adventurer's Guild, though with a peculiar hat in hand. Knowing that he was not privy to why she had it, he shrugged and kept pace down to the Drowning Wench. "Then again, she is following the group that's also heading- wait, now she's going back, and did that man say that someone desperately need said hat? ...No matter.". It would be of no matter to him, as his arrival at the Dolphin was nigh, and he was well-ahead of the main group. By the time they arrived, he'd be with some sparkling water, a nice waitress, some bread, and a mind set on his next adventure.
--It certainly didn't go as planned. The minute that Richter, sweaty from a long jog and breathing like an enslaved kobold on a death march (--he prefers not to talk about that), had descended a tier from the Octant and to the Dolphin -- that was when he saw the man with a stand-out look: urgently running in, and with a bucket on head. Richter suddenly stopped to see said man storm into the Guild and loudly ask for the bar privy. Clearing his throat upon noticing the passer-bys who were also bemused, Richter made a lovely comment he did: "Now this man -- THIS man must have seen the new show! And I do wish to know which one it was." Richter, noticing that the door was closing, quickly skipped in through the passageway and found a table near the front, in the event that he needed to make haste. "Barkeep! Yes, I'd like your best sparkling water and a regular loaf."
While waiting for his meal to arrive, the wiry and active Midlander spotted a conspicuous flyer bolted to the guild bar. Getting up to look at, he finds it to be the very same flyer that he possessed himself. "It would seem to be a good day for the proprietor. Though I lack interest in the guild itself, I could get them some supplies out in the wild -- anything to give me something to do right now."
--It certainly didn't go as planned. The minute that Richter, sweaty from a long jog and breathing like an enslaved kobold on a death march (--he prefers not to talk about that), had descended a tier from the Octant and to the Dolphin -- that was when he saw the man with a stand-out look: urgently running in, and with a bucket on head. Richter suddenly stopped to see said man storm into the Guild and loudly ask for the bar privy. Clearing his throat upon noticing the passer-bys who were also bemused, Richter made a lovely comment he did: "Now this man -- THIS man must have seen the new show! And I do wish to know which one it was." Richter, noticing that the door was closing, quickly skipped in through the passageway and found a table near the front, in the event that he needed to make haste. "Barkeep! Yes, I'd like your best sparkling water and a regular loaf."
While waiting for his meal to arrive, the wiry and active Midlander spotted a conspicuous flyer bolted to the guild bar. Getting up to look at, he finds it to be the very same flyer that he possessed himself. "It would seem to be a good day for the proprietor. Though I lack interest in the guild itself, I could get them some supplies out in the wild -- anything to give me something to do right now."
