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Aedger Beinn (Aasimar Cleric)
Aedger comes out of the hallway, shoulders held high, looking around, searching with a purpose, scanning the clients of the tavern, disappointment washing over his face as he can't see who he is looking for. Finally he walks over to the new bartender, "Gary, have you seen Mr. Grog, or Ms. Marla? And an ale, please," as he hands the bartender an empty mug he carried with him.
"Are you talking to me, sir? My name isn't Gary. Why would you call me that? And Grog is just around the corner there. I think Marla is arguing with Zitteaux about cheese or something. She should be out in a minute."
"Oh, sorry. I had a friend named Gary who looked a lot like you, once. My mind must have slipped. He was good people. Couldn't walk for a mile without tripping twice, but good people. What is your name?"
"Well, sir, my name is-" Suddenly, a chorus of particularly loud laughter drowns out the new bartender, and Aedger looks behind him at Dolgrin, Reinne, Galandra, Menik, Ru and Lem. Just the people he was looking for. He saunters over to their table, and asks "Hello friends, I had a few more questions about your experience with Mr. Grimspeller. Would you have happened to have fought him in a cave? And do know what he was doing there? Also, have any of you heard of a wizard named Zarrin? Do you know how I can get a hold of him?"
Seeing Grog at the bar, Aedger goes up to the bar, and lays some gold on the counter, "An ale each for my friends at that table over there. No, I'll take them over, that's fine. I actually have some questions for you while you're pouring. No I don't need any change, thanks. Do you know the gentleman who went into the back room? Do you know what he wanted? Have you ever heard the name Zarrin before? have there been any rumors of evil magic pospping up lately? Oh, those are cold. Thank you."
Aedger drops the ales off with his newfound friends, and walks towards the kitchen. He stops at the door, and hears pot and pans clanging, and Marla and Zitteaux arguing,
"You cannot pair zis cheeze with zis wine. It is a disgrace to them both"
"I can't serve that. He'll just send it right back. It's disgusting."
"Okay fine. you can keep ze terrible cheese, but don't open that wine. Use zis instead."
"No, he ordered the Semerly. He get the Semerly. He ordered Cheese. He gets Cheese, not that. whatever it is. In fact, I'm throwing that out."
"No, no you cannot do that. Wait, don't. Aaah, you did it! You threw it out! You zilly, crazy woman!"
"It was covered in mold, Zitteaux!"
"Yes, that is zee point! That mold cost more zan an entire case of Zemerly."
Frustrated, Marla huffs out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with fine wine, fresh bread, and a block of something that could be cheese. "Hello, Aedger, can I get you something?" she says as she sets the tray down and recomposes herself in the small mirror in the hallway, adjusting her hair over her horns.
"Hi, Ms. Marla. I was wondering if I can ask you some questions?"
"If you make them quick," she says as she picks up the tray and begins walking toward her customers
"I was wondering if you knew a farmer named Mr. Jezz, or a Wizard, Mr. Zarrin. Or if you had noticed people talking about the undead recently, more than in the past. Also, I was wondering if you ever dated your customers."
Marla stops and looks at him incredulously, "That's very forward of you. Some things to be said for that. Some things against it too."
"What? Oh, no, I'm not asking for myself. I'm asking for a friend. Seriously. I was just wondering what he would have to do to catch your attention. Maybe save the city, or some other heroic deed? Oh, by the way, the new guy, Gary, He's doing a great job. You should keep him," Aedger says, quite flustered, looking at his feet.
"Is that his name? I didn't know. Grog hired him, and he's not too big on introductions."
[sblock=ooc]
part of the Cave of (Un)Death campaign. Just slipped out into the common thread to see if anybody knew anything.[/sblock]
Aedger comes out of the hallway, shoulders held high, looking around, searching with a purpose, scanning the clients of the tavern, disappointment washing over his face as he can't see who he is looking for. Finally he walks over to the new bartender, "Gary, have you seen Mr. Grog, or Ms. Marla? And an ale, please," as he hands the bartender an empty mug he carried with him.
"Are you talking to me, sir? My name isn't Gary. Why would you call me that? And Grog is just around the corner there. I think Marla is arguing with Zitteaux about cheese or something. She should be out in a minute."
"Oh, sorry. I had a friend named Gary who looked a lot like you, once. My mind must have slipped. He was good people. Couldn't walk for a mile without tripping twice, but good people. What is your name?"
"Well, sir, my name is-" Suddenly, a chorus of particularly loud laughter drowns out the new bartender, and Aedger looks behind him at Dolgrin, Reinne, Galandra, Menik, Ru and Lem. Just the people he was looking for. He saunters over to their table, and asks "Hello friends, I had a few more questions about your experience with Mr. Grimspeller. Would you have happened to have fought him in a cave? And do know what he was doing there? Also, have any of you heard of a wizard named Zarrin? Do you know how I can get a hold of him?"
Seeing Grog at the bar, Aedger goes up to the bar, and lays some gold on the counter, "An ale each for my friends at that table over there. No, I'll take them over, that's fine. I actually have some questions for you while you're pouring. No I don't need any change, thanks. Do you know the gentleman who went into the back room? Do you know what he wanted? Have you ever heard the name Zarrin before? have there been any rumors of evil magic pospping up lately? Oh, those are cold. Thank you."
Aedger drops the ales off with his newfound friends, and walks towards the kitchen. He stops at the door, and hears pot and pans clanging, and Marla and Zitteaux arguing,
"You cannot pair zis cheeze with zis wine. It is a disgrace to them both"
"I can't serve that. He'll just send it right back. It's disgusting."
"Okay fine. you can keep ze terrible cheese, but don't open that wine. Use zis instead."
"No, he ordered the Semerly. He get the Semerly. He ordered Cheese. He gets Cheese, not that. whatever it is. In fact, I'm throwing that out."
"No, no you cannot do that. Wait, don't. Aaah, you did it! You threw it out! You zilly, crazy woman!"
"It was covered in mold, Zitteaux!"
"Yes, that is zee point! That mold cost more zan an entire case of Zemerly."
Frustrated, Marla huffs out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with fine wine, fresh bread, and a block of something that could be cheese. "Hello, Aedger, can I get you something?" she says as she sets the tray down and recomposes herself in the small mirror in the hallway, adjusting her hair over her horns.
"Hi, Ms. Marla. I was wondering if I can ask you some questions?"
"If you make them quick," she says as she picks up the tray and begins walking toward her customers
"I was wondering if you knew a farmer named Mr. Jezz, or a Wizard, Mr. Zarrin. Or if you had noticed people talking about the undead recently, more than in the past. Also, I was wondering if you ever dated your customers."
Marla stops and looks at him incredulously, "That's very forward of you. Some things to be said for that. Some things against it too."
"What? Oh, no, I'm not asking for myself. I'm asking for a friend. Seriously. I was just wondering what he would have to do to catch your attention. Maybe save the city, or some other heroic deed? Oh, by the way, the new guy, Gary, He's doing a great job. You should keep him," Aedger says, quite flustered, looking at his feet.
"Is that his name? I didn't know. Grog hired him, and he's not too big on introductions."
[sblock=ooc]
part of the Cave of (Un)Death campaign. Just slipped out into the common thread to see if anybody knew anything.[/sblock]
