City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn X

[Patlin]

In response to Rinya's question, a reply drifts back from out on the street.

"Fire! Fire from the sky! The red dragon shall rise!"

The voice is fading away as this is shouted. The bum is gone when the adventurer gets out the door.

 

[KriticalFailure]

After sitting for a good few minutes collecting his thoughts, Munchin decides the time is right to rejoin civilization and sit at a table rather than on the floor at the bar. Pulling his feet underneath himself, he rocks forward slightly and stands and he places a hand on the bar top. "Thank you for allowing me to rest and recover a shred of my dignity upon the floor." he says to Joe with a smile. "I also apologize for my behavior, I wasn't always like this..." Munchin trails off as his eyes seem to glaze over, seeing a time that is not longer in the present. Coming out of his nostalgia he sighs "That does not was away my sins however, I will try not to make a scene good sir. Though I think it is time i take a more comfortable seat, not that your floor is uncomfortable. Just that I personally feel chairs offer more comfort." Grinning once again, Munchin sets off across the room to the table he had vacated previously. His strides seemed to be more measured this time, he was balanced and his steps were firm and confident. Reaching the table, he righted the overturned chair and sat lightly, pulling his feet in close he crossed his legs in front of him so that his feet did not touch the ground. "Curse the bottle and what it has done to me" he whispers to himself after seated.

 

[Ximix]

"Ximix, I am glad that you haven chosen to eat with me."

"Good Morning" Greets Munchin from the floor.

Hearing this outburst from the druken man, Aaron smiles and continues, "What a perfect preface. I admit that I find the atmosphere of the Inn invigorating. But what is one of your kind doing here? It must very different from your customary haunts."

Seemingly distracted, the Elf has been staring off towards the door for a few moments when he looks at the man on the floor, then back to the paladin.
"In my homeland there is constant vigilance, constant warfare, sniping, traps, bloodshed...
I am quite content to spend some time at peace, even if this is not the idyllic woodland meadow you likely picture my kind considering peaceful. I am more at home among books and arcane theory than trees."

 

[Heckler]

Rinya comes back inside with a look of confusion on her face. "He just...disappeared. And some nonsense about fire from the sky. What do you make of that?" she mutters to no one in particular. She returns to the bar and orders herself another beer.

 

[LogicsFate]

The door of the RDI opens reveling something that could be mistaken as a halfling from a distance, till you noticed the short black fur, high pointy ears and long tail. Garbed in simple leathers, and accompanied by a large dog, anyone not familiar with the Katara might suspect this to be a weird joke.

Pupils shifting and quickly adjusting to the lower light "HI! I'm Mearran" Differently colored eyes, jart back and forth making contant whenever possible

 

[KriticalFailure]

Blinking several times in wonderment at the newcomer Munchin decides to take out his clay jug. He inspects it closely, and even shakes it a little to check the amount of liguid contained "Hmmm, I must have had more than I thought. Munchin says aloud, more to himself than anyone in particular. Nonetheless, He shrugged and decided to meet this new situation head on. "Good day to you Mearran, I am Munchin. He exclaims, nodding his head slightly in respect.

 

[LogicsFate]

G'day Munchin Mearran slips into the bar followed by a Great Dane Looks busier than the last time I was here Mearran observes, jumping up onto a bar stool. A water for me and one for Triton please, Joe.

So, anything going on? Mearran spins lazily on the stool.

 

[KriticalFailure]

G'day Munchin Mearran slips into the bar followed by a Great Dane Looks busier than the last time I was here Mearran observes, jumping up onto a bar stool. A water for me and one for Triton please, Joe.

So, anything going on? Mearran spins lazily on the stool.

Caught off gaurd once again by the strange cat-like creature having a dog compainion Munchin once again inspects his clay jug in a perplexed way. "I-uh...I just got here, so other than my little tumbling act earlier i know nothing of the goings on." He stammers in response still a bit shaken. "Excuse me for asking, but do you happen to have pointy ears, a tail and fur? If not, I fear I have had quite a bit too much to drink" Munchin inquires, trying to be as polite as possible.

 

[LogicsFate]

Mearran looks at him oddly, Dogs can't talk, but let me assure you Triton here has all those things.

 

[KriticalFailure]

"Then indeed I have had too much to drink. I offer my apologies for my current state and for any troubles I have caused you. I assure you that it is not my intent to offend you in any way. I was not always like this..." Munchin trails off, looking to the past; not for the first time and certinally not for the last.