James realised the waitress and answered "Why yes, erm...what do you have in the meat category?"

"Wow, seafood has very exotic names." thought James.

"Why I would like some pork" said James, "I would also like a few vegetables as a side dish."

As James was talking to the waitress, Orandius had an idea as to how he might receive proper magic tutoring.
He turned to Duncan.
"Say, prince Duncan, does the Lizzard royal family have a magical adviser? And if they do, has he taken an apprentice? I happen to be descended from the Antagaran royal adviser of magic, and am currently in search of a new master."

He figured a royal connection could always be helpful. The lord of Antagar would be pleased if a new magician could be trained and a diplomatic relation created at once.

The waitress said: "Any cut in particular?"

The barmaid looked at Drekle and said: "Can I get you something, dear?"

"The usual," Drekle replied with a smile. "Any news?"

The barmaid came back out from the kitchen with a plate of pork chops and mashed potatoes with gravy. She said to Drekle: "Oh, did you hear? Sheila Brunstein's cow gave birth to a two-headed calf. And it lived! Most amazing thing I ever saw." She set the pork chops down by James and said: "That's three pence fifty shillings, please."

(I've gotton the OK from Sarge to join)
Rien Stren the Cat-man is very tall for one, just under four feet, he has a medium sized tail. He had short, clean, black fur. He wears self made leather tank top with iron sloulder pads, long leather pants, boots, and a horse skin belt, with slits for his two daggers. he has a short sword slung on his back. He has amber eyes and is well mustled for a Cat-person.
Rien left his clan with his parents when the clan druid predicted a horrid storm. The Family's small boat washed up on the shore of Glenarbour. Since then his family has been living in a small cottage. Last week, on his 19 birthday he began to start his carrier as and adventurer.
(Everything like the clan ting, the tail, size, and age were just guesting since not much is know about them.)

James got out his money, trying to figure out which were the pence and which were the shillings. After figuring that out, he payed the barmaid. James payed attention to Drekle and said "I see you're curious about travellers, are you dreaming about becoming a traveller one day?"

[OOG: I know that the game has already started, but I PM'd Sarge and he said I could join.]

(Background Info :I am a Former Human Pirate from the Pirate Isles named Achard. I am not so much of a Pirate anymore. I have a Father who died on his Pirate Ship because of a bad storm. They found his sword and passed it down to him. It's a steel longsword.)

He recently came to Glenarbor from the Pirate Isles. He needed somewhere to stay for the night and he found a place named the Gold Lion. He walked in and saw some people drinking some ale at a table. He walked over to the bar and ordered some ale then walked over and said.
"I'm new here in Glenarbor does anyone here care to show me around town or just explain what it's like here?"
Achard grabbed a chair and pulled it up tot he table and sipped his ale waiting for a reply.