Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170203002014

His guide stopped at a pair of doors not unlike those of the elevator. They slid open.

"Through here." The monk said, ignoring all of Jim's questions.

"Half!" Earl exclaimed, his voice cracking. " Half!?!?   I wouldn't give myself half, and I own this place!" He shook his head. "Half!" He exclaimed again. "Fifteen percent." He corrected for Strauss.

"Eh?  What do you want you stinking outlander?" The First Old Man on the stool asked Tim, annoyed at having his converation interrupted by two strangers.

"Shut up, Mick." The Second said. "They just want to have a talk."

"Yeah, shut your gob, Mick." The Third put in. Although they talked funny, Tim and William could easily tell their accents were distinctly American. This guys weren't actually Irish, they just thought they were.

"Alright then." Mick relented. "A talk about what."

"Scotch, eh?" The man said, now looking at Ward's drink. "Why not a beer?"