World Tree MUSH

    So about that house.
    Lether hasn't gone to see it yet, that's something she doesn't want to do alone. Partly because the group earned the house and partly because it's apparently haunted.
    So yeah screw going alone.
    She is, however, at her usual table in The Gaping Maw, sipping slowly from a flagon of beer. She is, technically, by Lizardfolk standards an adult after all. Even if she is a runt.
    The scroll tube lays open on the table in front of her and she's going over the deed and floor plans of the house with a level of almost paranoid scrutiny as though she were checking the deed for any weird holes, loopholes, or technical bullshittery that would deny her having her very first house ever.

Odd name aside, Joanna had become somewhat of a fan of this place. Sure, the company was a little strange at times, occasionally a wizard would show up, but the drinks were decent enough to justify ruining her not-getting-drunk streak. Again. 

 "Gonna need a refill here. Same again." 

 The bartender looked over, still in the middle of cleaning a tankard while Jo tilted her now empty one side to side for emphasis. 

 With a little more of the local currency exchanged for booze, and the barkeep thanked of course, Jo took a long sip as she glanced around the room. Hey that was the lizard from before, right? With that same deed scroll too. 

 She walked on over. 

 "Any red flags on that yet? Or, any more of them?"

    Well the name isn't so odd considering the big hole in the middle of the taproom leading to... A dungeon apparently. At least this time no trolls are climbing out of the pit tonight. That would be bad.
    But nah, nothing bad is happening right now as Lether looks up from really scrutinizing that deed.
    "Nah." She says at first. "Looks like Volo was on the up and up. ASIDE from the place having a ghost."
    Slowly she lowers the deed and rolls it up, sliding it back into the scroll tube, but leaves out the floorplan for Joanna to have a gander.
    "Three floors, a basement and an attic. ... With a tower. The place is fricking huge." She points out.
    "Though it hasn't had anyone living there for a while so it's... Probably not in the best condition. But we've got plenty of cash to fix it up, use it as a main base for finding the bigger stash." She explains before poiting to one of the rooms on the third floor. "Dibs by the way. And the other room there's for Neviah."

Jo sat down, eyes scanning over the floorplans, chair creaking slightly as she settled into it and took a sip from her tankard. "A ghost?" Her tone was rather deadpan as she said that, her eyes now on Lether, peering over the top of her mug. "Potentially big red flag. Think about it. They clearly haven't been able to shift this place for a very long time, they're dumping it on you for free, and there's talk of a ghost. Did this uuuh, did this Volo guy say any more about it being haunted?" 

 Joanna had noticed the lizard was also drinking by this point, her sharp nose picking up the same brew she had in her own mug. "Not trying to be funny but uh, aren't you a little on the young side to be drinking?"

    THe floor plans show everything. A cellar for storing supplies, the first floor is a large open taproom, and everything above it is living spaces with rooms for up to five, maybe six. Maybe even more if people share rooms.
    A sip at her flagon and the lizardfolk girl shrugs lazily.
    "Said it was a poltergeist. Probably the last owner. Might throw stuff around and rattle chains or something. I donno much about ghosts. I figure if it's a HUGE problem we can have Neviah exorcise it." She replies.
    "The place was a popular bar and tavern in Trollskull Alley. That place's full of middle an' upper-middleclass folk. We could probably turn it back into that to make some easy cash and fund ourselves a bit."
    But then she pauses, looking down into the contents of her half-full flagon before she glances up.
    "I'm fourteen." She says matter of factly. " 's adult age for my people, we don't live past sixty. Usually grow like six-seven feet tall, too. I'm just a runt."

"I don't know all that much about ghosts either, but all those things going bump in the night might disrupt that cinema you wanted. Can't be having that." Joanna took another sip, this one longer and ending with a satisfied 'ah' before she sat the tankard down. "Maybe I'm being all pessimistic, but, something doesn't smell right. *Something* caused this place to sit empty all this time." 

 "Guess we'll find out when we actually get a look at it." 

 She raised a brow when she heard Lether's age, internally mulling over whether she should give the 'kid' a lecture or not, only for the lizard to give a reasonable enough explanation. Instead of a telling off, she got a nod instead. "Alright, fair enough, figured I should at least try at least sound all responsible."

    A ghost ruining Lether's movie theater plans results in a flash of sharp teeth as she makes a face.
    "Can't be having that." She agrees with a sip at her tankard as well. "Might be the ghost, might be something else. Only way to tell 's when we see it, yeah."
    In other words, it's a problem for the future crew to deal with.
    There's a brief pause as she traces sharp nails around the lip of her flagon and then scrunches her nose.
    "I was so small, in fact, that when I hatched I got dumped. Whoever had me said the words 'Not even good enough for leather' and dropped me into the Anchordeep city sewers." She snorts before tossing back the last of her beer with a deep pull.
    That's when she motions for Durnan; the barkeep pouring another round and sending it over with Bonnie the barmaid, who plunks the flagons down in front of the two.
    "This round's on me." Lether says simply.

Joanna couldn't quite come up with an answer for that, or for that matter, couldn't decide on whether saying nothing would be better than saying anything. After another drink, she settled on a "Shit. I'm sorry." She almost followed that with a 'guess you proved them all wrong though?' but the comment about leather probably meant that'd be taken in a way different light than she would have wanted. 

 Yeah this wasn't something Jo was good at 

 What she was a lot better on the other hand, was drinking, and conveniently enough, there was more of that to be done. She smiled and downed the last of what she had in her mug. "Cheers for that, I'll get the next one for ya."

    "It is what it is." Lether says after a pull of her new drink. "I may be a runt but that doesn't mean I don't have a bite to me." She points out flashing rows of jagged teeth.
    "I'm pretty sure I wasn't the only hatchling in that clutch. Sometimes I wonder what happened to them, if they got dumped too or whatever. But I didn't exactly have neighbors in the sewers." She shrugs.
    "Ah well."
    Another glance at the floorplans and she taps a finger on the first floor. The taproom.
    "That wall." She says. "Perfect size for a screen and projector."
    Something to look forward to. It's definitely better accommodations than a sewer even if the place might be run down.

Joanna nodded. "Yeah only natural to be thinking that way, but, if they haven't even tried to reach out after all that my best guess is that they're probably not worth even that effort." 

 sip 

 "Screw 'em." 

 She was taking closer look at that floorplan now, trying to picture it all in her head. "If that's the taproom that might be a little tricky." Joanna leaned in a little, tracing over the details with a finger before giving a little *tap tap* for emphasis. "If no one's stripped it out It's going to be full of really heavy stuff. Hey, that could work in your favour though. See that corridor there? It's Probably got a level of protection from the weather even if the doors and windows are compromised, so you might even be able to restore it. That'd save god knows how much if you wanted to make this a tavern again."