AGFlynn said:
OOC: Excellent! Just the kind of place we were looking for. Cludge will put on his best intimidating face and try to put out a "leave me alone -- or else" vibe. He will come in a little before his comrades and not acknowledge them.
Cludge stomps into the bar and scowls, peering around for a seat alone. Finding one at the bar, he slumps into the chair and glares. He succeeds in looking like a dork rather than menacing.
[sblock=Intimidate check]
Intimidate check (1d20+4=7) [/sblock]
Wotcher got in tha way o' whisky? he growls at the barkeep. He looks around furtively to see if he can spot anything of interest.
[sblock=Spot check]
Spot check (1d20-1=16) [/sblock]
The bartender takes one look at the dwarf, chuckles a little bit, and then says
"Whisky? Sure, we have some whisky. I use it to clean the windows over there" he waves his hand vaguely towards the grimy windows that let in about as much light as the walls. Shrugging, he pours a brackish concoction into a clay tankard and slides it over to the dwarf.
"Careful with that face, there, son... it could freeze that way.
Cludge keeps his eyes open, though, and notices that when the rather plain-looking barmaid stops by to refuel, that she just gives the bartender a quick glance. Cludge, who has been to his fair share of taverns, wonders why she wouldn't tell the bartender what drinks she needs refilled. Instead, the bartender fills up two mugs of ale without taking any money (on a tab?) and hands them over to her. The mugs are quickly handed off to the two men throwing dagger.
***
Conuld, strutting over to the dagger-throwers, nearly collides with the serving woman on her way to return their drinks. After doing his best to imitate street cant, they give him a cold gaze and return to throwing knives.
"Anyways," the first one grumbles, "he got right ticked off. Demanded that she start seeing things his way."
"I tell you, he's not a smart one, for all he says he is."
"Yeah, right. Well, she just looked at him and said 'Prove it's worth it.' "
"..and?"
"And what?"
"Has he?"
The first man shrugs. "Beats me." Turning, he looks at Conuld. "Get lost. We're trying to drink in peace."
***
Tommy approaches the women of the street. After stammering out a few sentences, they share a smile. The three women - ostensably a blonde, a redhead, and brunette, although women have been known to toy with nature when it comes to these things - share a smile.
"Hey, Liu, we have another Jimmy" red says to blonde.
"What is that, the third in a week?" blonde asks.
"Fourth, I think." Brunette says, pushing the broke sailor away.
"So, what is it, hon?" Red asks. "two silver will get you Halina's hand, five will get you her smile, and ten will get you..." she chuckles. "Well, it'll get you." The other two women break into laughter.
***
Pendrake assumes a guard position where he can keep much of the group within sight. Within minutes, the barmaid approaches with a foamy mug of mead.
"Daen, the keeper of this place, has told me to give you this, on the house - provided you don't cause any trouble." she looks at the longsword in his possession knowingly.
***
Solange grabs her seat, fairly close to Cludge. The bartender takes one look at her and grumbles
"Miss, the docks can be trouble at night, and they get worse. Get out of her before those carolers get ugly." he cocks his head towards the singing sailors.
"And, trust me, they will. An unaccompanied lady should not be on the docks. If you want a drink, head south a few blocks... you'll be safer there."