A Tale of Two Dragons

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"Aye! Now that's the dwarven spirit I know! Take ye a drink o' this, dwarfie! Straight from the mountains, I tell ye." She grabs another mug, fills it full of an intensely dark beer, and places it in front of Brak.

 

[Krug]

BRAK downs the mug, staring at Old Sal all the time.

 

[silentspace]

Zithran nods a greeting at Faelar. "So you think Old Sal may be the one who called us?"

Faelar shrugs. "Who knows? In any case, I think she would make a fine dragon."

"Brave fellow, that dwarf," he says, watching Brak down the ale. "Master dwarf, come join us, won't you?"

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

The beer bites Brak's throat as it travels down into his stomach. Surprisingly, it's one of the best mugs of liquor the dwarf has ever tasted, rivaling even the brewers back at his home.

OOC: My bad, Krug! Eye for an eye.

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

After Penthar watches the dwarf drink down the concoction that Old Sal served him, he chimes in "A hearty drinker like that must have seen his share of fighting. He's probably heard the call as well." Penthar follows Faelar's call. "Yes, dwarf! Join us for some drink!"

 

[Krug]

"Good brew!More!" says Brak. He joins Penthar and Faelar. "So what brings you here to this... hovel?"

 

[Harvey]

Penthar Danadin, Aglarondan Griffonrider

"As I was just explaining to Zithran here..." he gestures to the aasimar seated at the table "I am Penthar Danadin, humble servant her majesty the Simbul of Aglarond. My friend Faelar and I have heard a calling, directing us to this... how did you put it? Hovel? To this hovel here. Her majesty, the Simbul, also knew of this calling and bade me follow it. It seems that Zithran also heard this call. How about you?"

 

[Rae ArdGaoth]

"See there, dwarfie? 'Tain't so bad, now is it? Want some more you say? Aye, comin' right up!" Old Sal pours another two mugs full of the brew and slides them skillfully across the bar to a barmaid, who delivers them both to Brak's new location.

 

[silentspace]

At Penthar's mention of the Simbul a wry smile crosses Faelar's face.

 

[Lefferts]

Zithran turns to hear the dwarf's response. He wonders how many have heard the call.