Azurewraith
Explorer
OOC RG
"Rent due, wife ill, can't afford your protection money? Have I got an offer for you!" The merchant barked as he stood up from his table, the dim light in the bar catching on the gold chain round his neck, as his velvet cloak began to settle around the stool. There is a hubbub around the tavern. The merchant clears his throat "100gold apice to anyone who signs on to guard my caravan through a secret path through the forest worst thing you will encounter is a wolf! Swear it on me mas grave" The merchant smiles a big "toothy" grin except he is missing at least 80% of his teeth and the ones he does have appear to be gold. A hubbub begins in the tavern as everyone begins to discuss the proposal. Looking smug with him self the merchant heads upstairs presumably to his room. Then he appeared out of the shadows created in an alcove, its amazing how you didn't notice him earlier the biggest orc you have ever possibly seen he is atleast 8ft tall possibly taller you see his eyes then look down at the stout oak table, covered in years of ale, food and blood, he strides through the room before snatching a mug of ale of an occupied table the elf sat at the table pretends not to notice and busies him self with his cape. The orc downs it in one before crushing the tankard in his hands as the two iron rings plink and roll to the ground he climbs the stairs to the upper floor.
It would appear you aren't the only one who didn't notice the mountain of an orc the topic of conversation swiftly turns to why the hell does he need a group of guards for his caravan when he has that hulking thing. one young lad saunters upstairs after them he must be about 14 clearly emboldened by the promise of gold. The noise is dying down now to the usual tavern noise the barmaid steps out from behind the bar and heads over to where the wooden shards and the two iron rings "If i ever see that oversized buffoon again ill ram these splinters in his eyes and use these rings to pull his balls off!" she barks this causes some sniggering from the occupants of the tavern, right until Keria shoots them a glance that would of made even a dragon back down "Your night is over you smug little worms and don't even think about finishing that". A table of old men look at each other and shake there heads clearly they know better than to catch the old crones attention.
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"Rent due, wife ill, can't afford your protection money? Have I got an offer for you!" The merchant barked as he stood up from his table, the dim light in the bar catching on the gold chain round his neck, as his velvet cloak began to settle around the stool. There is a hubbub around the tavern. The merchant clears his throat "100gold apice to anyone who signs on to guard my caravan through a secret path through the forest worst thing you will encounter is a wolf! Swear it on me mas grave" The merchant smiles a big "toothy" grin except he is missing at least 80% of his teeth and the ones he does have appear to be gold. A hubbub begins in the tavern as everyone begins to discuss the proposal. Looking smug with him self the merchant heads upstairs presumably to his room. Then he appeared out of the shadows created in an alcove, its amazing how you didn't notice him earlier the biggest orc you have ever possibly seen he is atleast 8ft tall possibly taller you see his eyes then look down at the stout oak table, covered in years of ale, food and blood, he strides through the room before snatching a mug of ale of an occupied table the elf sat at the table pretends not to notice and busies him self with his cape. The orc downs it in one before crushing the tankard in his hands as the two iron rings plink and roll to the ground he climbs the stairs to the upper floor.
It would appear you aren't the only one who didn't notice the mountain of an orc the topic of conversation swiftly turns to why the hell does he need a group of guards for his caravan when he has that hulking thing. one young lad saunters upstairs after them he must be about 14 clearly emboldened by the promise of gold. The noise is dying down now to the usual tavern noise the barmaid steps out from behind the bar and heads over to where the wooden shards and the two iron rings "If i ever see that oversized buffoon again ill ram these splinters in his eyes and use these rings to pull his balls off!" she barks this causes some sniggering from the occupants of the tavern, right until Keria shoots them a glance that would of made even a dragon back down "Your night is over you smug little worms and don't even think about finishing that". A table of old men look at each other and shake there heads clearly they know better than to catch the old crones attention.
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