City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[LogicsFate]

"Kinda quiet 'round here . . . ."

The Katara turns on his seat to talk to the newly arrived dwarf "That's only because Thurgan wasn't around! I'm Mearran! Where did you come from? What do you craft? What's other stuff? Have you been here before?" Mearran quiets downs for the moment, momentum lost.

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Crafter

"That's only because Thurgan wasn't around! I'm Mearran! Where did you come from? What do you craft? What's other stuff? Have you been here before?"

"Easy, there. Slow down ah bit or yer gonna swallow yer tongue," Thurgan admonished. "Lemme see if I ken answer ya in order . . . Err . . . Stonepike . . . weapons and armor . . . none ah yer buziness . . . and yeah, but it was a year er more ago."

Thurgan accepted a mug of ale from a passing waitress and took a big swallow, wiping the foam from his beard afterward.

"Now . . . I got a question fer ya," Thurgan added. "Don't mean nottin' by it, now unnerstan', but what er ya? Just spent a year er so in a dwarven hall so's I'm a bit lost on curren' events and such."

 

[LogicsFate]

"Easy, there. Slow down ah bit or yer gonna swallow yer tongue," Thurgan admonished. "Lemme see if I ken answer ya in order . . . Err . . . Stonepike . . . weapons and armor . . . none ah yer buziness . . . and yeah, but it was a year er more ago."

Thurgan accepted a mug of ale from a passing waitress and took a big swallow, wiping the foam from his beard afterward.

"Now . . . I got a question fer ya," Thurgan added. "Don't mean nottin' by it, now unnerstan', but what er ya? Just spent a year er so in a dwarven hall so's I'm a bit lost on curren' events and such."

Mearran grins "Where's that, ooo, aww, and wow were you at Stonepike all that time?"


Growing contemplative "Hmmm, I don't think there is a dwarven word for it... But commonly I'd be refered to as a druid!" Mearran says in a light tone

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Craftsman

Mearran grins "Where's that, ooo, aww, and wow were you at Stonepike all that time? . . . Hmmm, I don't think there is a dwarven word for it... But commonly I'd be refered to as a druid!" Mearran says in a light tone

Thurgan stared at Mearran for a long few moments, then raised one bushy, dark brown eyebrow. Standing near him, Thurgan smelled of ale, the road, and the forge . . . and all the things that go with them. He put his index finger to his nose, then pointed his finger at Mearran, nodding his head.

"I gotcha, I know what ya are . . . ," Thurgan said, a grin spreading across his face. "A smart-ss, that's what. That's okay, Mearran . . . that's okay. Been on t'road by myself too many days . . . almost missed t'humor there . . . that mighta been bad. Joe'd git upset an' all."

Thurgan laid his pack gently on a empty chair, then sat in the one next to it, putting his ale on the table. Once he was comfortable . . . which took a few seconds (he wasn't sitting in a dwarven sized chair) . . . he looked up at Mearran.

"So, it's quiet 'round here . . . you chase ever one off?" he asked, the grin still on his face.

 

[LogicsFate]

Mearran sits back and relaxes even more, words coming slower, though remaining in their higher pitch "Na, it's been this quiet since we got here, I'd been hoping to stay away from a large crowd but this is a bit much

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Craftsman

"Na, it's been this quiet since we got here, I'd been hoping to stay away from a large crowd but this is a bit much."

"Guess we shoon't complain 'bout it being t' quiet, there, Mearran," Thurgan replied, taking another swallow of the thick ale. "Just means trouble ain't too thick 'round here . . . or others 're taking care of it. 'Course, who knows . . . maybe someone 'll need our help, too."

Thurgan pulled out another chair to prop his feet up on, after making certain his boots were clean. He leaned back in his chair and stretched arms and barrel-like chest in a half-yawn.

"Till then, we just relax 'n enjoy the company . . . the ladies . . . and the ale," Thurgan finished, grabbing his mug again.

 

[LogicsFate]

"Maybe the world's at peace and defenders are no longer needed!" *chuckle* "Maybe I'll stay anyway, a cat could get use to a place like this with fair ease" Legs propped up in the same fasion as Thurgan, Mearran continues "Maybe I could use a quick nap after my long travels... Maybe I'm hungry" Mearran orders a platter of meats and vegetables, and a second order of meats for the dog"

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Crafter

"Maybe the world's at peace and defenders are no longer needed!"

Thurgan looked slightly alarmed and relied, "That's crazy talk, there."

"Maybe I'll stay anyway, a cat could get use to a place like this with fair ease" Legs propped up in the same fasion as Thurgan, Mearran continues "Maybe I could use a quick nap after my long travels... Maybe I'm hungry"

Thurgan was lost in his ale for several minutes . . . eyes staring blankly as he maybe relived past glories . . . or perhaps it was just indigestion. Not really certain where the conversation had gotten to, Thurgan added, "Food sounds good."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Suddenly, the inn's door is propped open by a stubby hand, and a gruff-looking olive-skinned dwarf leads a small and very cute human girl into the inn, closing the door behind him and grumbling as he takes a seat at one of the chairs and nurses a mug of ale he grabs from Joe.*

 

[Keia]

Thurgan Hammer, Dwarven Crafter

Thurgan almost knocked over his own chair as the door can open, his hand reaching to the well-cared for dwarven axe that had previously been hidden. Steadying himself, Thurgan looked to Meeran and commented with a grin, "Looks like ya spoke too soon, furball."

Looking to the pair entering the bar, Thurgan tried to determine which spoke for the pair. Shrugging, he turned in his seat to the dwarf and called out, "Welcome, brother. Thurgan's me name. What brings ya ta the Red Dragon Inn?"