City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Bront]

"Only strong survive. World only know strong. Weak die or be used, strong make own paths. Prig no weak, Prig strong." He continues drinking his ale, this time a bit more slowly to humor Joe.

"There's more to strength than brawn my friend." Vanitri says as he sips on his drink.

 

[gogo_jerrick]

"There's more to strength than brawn my friend." Vanitri says as he sips on his drink.

Prig looks over, and says "Yes, but brawn best strength," as he finishes his ale and stands. "Prig tired, Prig sleep now," and prigruck reaches into a dirty sack at his side and pulls out a few gold and tosses them on the bar. "That for being big man, and keeping Prig quiet. Prig like here, and not want leave another home." At that he walks outside the inn.

 

[Bront]

Vanitri looks at Prig and shrugs as he walks out.

OOC: Joe gives out free stays at the Inn, FYI

 

[Rystil Arden]

*As the shadows deepen around the window, a storm brewing outside, a young man with very pale skin and striking red hair walks into the room with a strike of lightning punctuating his entrance. Some know him already as Zaeryl, but to others, he is simply an anonymous figure with an eerie unnatural aura around him that gives each person in the room the chills. Unless he is accosted, he quietly takes a seat in the shadows along the side of the room, watching everyone in the inn intently with sharp, intelligent green eyes.*

 

[Xael]

Almayce, Grey Elf Cleric of Gliran 2

A thin and weak-looking Grey Elf clad in black robes enters the Inn. "Almayce, a priest of Gliran.", he says, and finds himself a seat.

 

[rln]

A stout halfling appears some time after Almayce. "Ah, Almayce, how did you get here before me? Don't tell me your sorcerous tricks include flying as well? And Zaeryl! You mages just creep me out."

With a well-timed somersault, Ogrin jumps up on a table, nearly scaring a poor drunkard to death with his appearance.

"With Ogrin back in town, Orussus is once again a place of joy! Tonight there will be drinking! There will be eating! There will be frolicking! And by the Dog," Ogrin pauses to take a sip of the ale which fortuitously appeared in front of him, continuing, "there will be wenching!"

 

[Bront]

"Welcome. Come, sit, have a drink." Vanitri says, raising a mug. "The ale's fine, flowing and free, always a great combination."

Vanitri eyes Zaeryl "My friend, I think you're supposed to introduce yourself when you enter the bar."

Joe nods and points to a sign indicating thusly.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"This one is called Zaeryl. But you already know that from our earlier meeting, do you not, mortal?"

 

[Bront]

Not sure how to take that, Vanitri simply replies "We've met before, yes."

 

[ajanders]

"This one is called Zaeryl. But you already know that from our earlier meeting, do you not, mortal?"

"We do, they don't."
Michael indicates the rest of the bar with a blunt thumb before smoothing the rock between his palms again.