[Stocke gives her a faintly disgusted look. He's not serious about it, though; his tendrils flick with too much good spirit behind him, in and out of the wall.]
[He pushes himself upright, shouldering the door open and waiting for Raynie to enter before letting it fall shut.]
[The inside is... oddly quiet, for a seedy tavern. Maybe because it's still daylight outside? A spiraling metal staircase curves up behind the counter, as does a passageway to some back rooms and what look like stairs down - it's the former Stocke glances at, eyes flickering upward.]
[Stocke's not often loud at the best of times, but he's at half-volume even for himself when he says,] ...the others are probably still asleep.
[Sounds like he knows this place a bit better than as just another tavern.]
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[Stocke gives her a faintly disgusted look. He's not serious about it, though; his tendrils flick with too much good spirit behind him, in and out of the wall.]
[He pushes himself upright, shouldering the door open and waiting for Raynie to enter before letting it fall shut.]
[The inside is... oddly quiet, for a seedy tavern. Maybe because it's still daylight outside? A spiraling metal staircase curves up behind the counter, as does a passageway to some back rooms and what look like stairs down - it's the former Stocke glances at, eyes flickering upward.]
[Stocke's not often loud at the best of times, but he's at half-volume even for himself when he says,] ...the others are probably still asleep.
[Sounds like he knows this place a bit better than as just another tavern.]