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Message: <blockquote data-quote="diaglo" data-source="post: 688849" data-attributes="member: 2885">The noise in the tavern resumed. Bartol proudly told of his exploits against the Coin Dragon. The lady was very interested. She asked many questions. She also bought Bartol a few rounds. Bartol didn’t seem to notice that Veridian had left. He was in his own world. He had company and she was interested. She also told Bartol of her own battles with dragons. A red fire-breathing monster, she and her companions had slain. She wore part of its hide as armor now.Bartol was just getting to the good part of the battle when he heard and saw Timmay.“I’m so terribly sorry, my lady,” Timmay addressed the female. “Bartol is fond of telling tall tales.”“Timmay’s much better at this story telling them I am.” Bartol offered.  “Tell her about the Giant or the other Dragon. The one Bernedette saw.” Timmay tried to steer the conversation away from the party’s encounters and more towards the triumphs of the Red garbed group. The lady half elf finally got the idea. She excused herself and went back to her table.Veridian eavesdropped nearby.“He’s just an idiot barbarian,” she said as she sat down with her friends.Veridian winked to Timmay. Bernedette and Thane stood by the doorway. Erik had remained behind with the loot.“Well,” Bernedette said to Thane. “There is only one way to get him out of there without telling all.”  She ripped a slit down the side of her dress and hike it up a bit, exposing some leg. “Wish me luck.”Thane stood dumbfounded.Bernedette entered the tavern“Oh, Bartol,” she called. “Aren’t you going to keep me warm tonight? It is my birthday.”Bartol’s jaw hit the table. He practically knocked over his drink and any of the furniture nearby in his attempt to leave.Several other patrons also headed Bernedette’s way and a waitress carrying drinks, too.“Compliments of the gentlemen at the bar,” the waitress said. In a whisper she said, “We need to talk.”“Bartol, honey, why don’t you and Thane head back to the inn and get ready for tonight,” Bernedette took the hint. “I’ll catch up.”Thane was still standing awestruck. Bartol grabbed him and dragged him back to the inn.</blockquote>

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