H.M.Gimlord
Explorer
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A scrawny dwarf comes running into The Hanged Man at a sprint, huffing and puffing as he heads straight for Brastrix. If the fellow's beard were not tucked into his belt, he would have tripped over it the moment he started running. As it is, it forces his head down with every step such that it makes him look like he is nodding in acknowledgement of each person he passes as he runs.
The dwarf pulls up short of Brastrix, and when he speaks, it's clear that he's running out of a sense of urgency and not out of fear.
"Cap'n!" the dwarf salutes, "'E's 'eddn this-a-way!" the dwarf looks around Brastrix, and is surprised to recognize the bartender, "Oi! 'Ellow Blag'am! Fancy meetin' yoo -" the dwarf suddenly remembers himself, "'E'll be 'ere in nary a moment Cap'n"
"Excellent Robin," Brastrix's pleasant smile, fades as his teeth begin to grit, "Fetch Toy and Martel, and tell them to round around back."
"'Tis already done Cap'n!" the dwarf snickers, proud of himself.
"And what of Riannah?" Brastrix adds
"She's a'ready 'ere," replies the dwarf, giggling and pointing to a stool by the front door, where a female shifter wearing a read bandana lifts a mug toward the dragonborn swashbuckler.
"Ah," Brastrix looks genuinely surprised, "Stealthy as ever my love," He turns back to the dwarf, "Alright you two, take your positions."
The dwarf scurries to the door opposite of Riannah, and surprising as it may seem, they both manage to blend in with the crowd at the table.
The dwarf places a finger aside of his nose to the patrons at either side of the door, "Ssshhhh," he whispers, "Ye don' wanna make this fellah, Rhagast, mad."
Brastrix raises his voice in his trademark, charismatic fashion, "Gentlemen, I know that many of you are not atuned to the virtues of piracy, but, if you cooperate with one, another might be brought to justice. If you attempt to ensnare both, you may find that you have squandered your opportunity for either." He pauses to let his words sink in, "Therefore I implore you to go about your business, and make merry as if this approaching menace is yet another customer." he pauses again, shorter this time out of urgency, "And if you wish to pick a side in the struggle that will ensue, I pray, for your sake, that you choose the one that prevails."
Brastrix then sits down and waits for the crowd to calm down.