From outside the inn comes a strange caterwauling, as if someone were torturing a sheep. The sound grows louder, coming closer, until the door bursts open and reveals a figure of medium stature. Silhouetted in the doorway, it is difficult to perceive anything besides its pointed ears, and for a moment it looks almost like a goblin of unusually large size. As the figure enters, it becomes clear that it is a somewhat short elf covered in grime and warpaint.
And he's singing ... sort of. He’s bloody awful. As he continues, it almost sounds like Elvish, but the dialect is strange, and the melody is decidedly un-Elvish. It almost seems ... bawdy.
For Elvish speakers:[sblock]
I werre all the lassies was fish in a lake
And I was a trout wi' a slippering jake.
So rail your leg over, rail your leg over,
Rail your leg over the fullin' o' moon.
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Waving a half dozen large, dead rats, he shouts in Common to the barkeep, "City man! Huntings were good and I'll haves much of the drinking. No fluffy wines or such, but the real widdle that you keeps safes for the men of hearty tasting! The grog is I am meanings, and a hearty tasting man's worth of! And soon, as on me being a great noontime thirst. I go to fire now with carry-in lunches."
He glances around the room, and says, "And I gives you now my callings is Daylily of clan Falshenaya. These is names of much honors, and if city-peoples think merry of them, I give you a nose full of forehead and a mouth full of less tooths, yes? Goods."
As he makes his way to the fire, an eyewatering stench precedes him: this is a man who has obviously not had a bath in weeks, if not months or possibly even years. Some of the weaker-stomached patrons turn pale. At the hearth, he sits down, begins to clean and skin the dead rats, and resumes singing in his nigh-incomprehensible Elvish.
More Elvish singing:[sblock]
I werre all the lassies was ducks in a pack
And I was a falcon to dive on their back.
So rail your leg over, rail your leg over,
Rail your leg over the fullin' o' moon.
I werre all the lassies was little wee rabbits
And I was a hare for an' learn 'em bad habits.
So rail your leg over, rail your leg over,
Rail your leg over the fullin' o' moon.
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