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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 722895" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 24th, 508 AF, Very Late Indeed "I don't care that there's two ale barrels.  Don't do it," Geoffrey orders.  Yip looks up at him, his red eyes wide and innocent looking.  "It safe," Yip argues.  "Teach nasty-elf a lesson.""No, you won't.  You could contaminate a whole batch of ale.  And he's a half-elf.""Elf, halfelf.  Yip not care.  He do anyway."Halgo stands guard at the doorway, an ammused look on his face.  Blarth comes walking up behind him, chewing on a cold chicken leg left over from dinner.  The half-orc peeks over the dwarven wizards shoulder and observes the arguement within."What going on?" He asks.  Halgo smiles at him."We're getting ready to spike the ale keg.""So?  Let yip go do.  Geoffrey not need to stop.""Yip wants to add to the plan.""Why?"Halgo scratches at his short beard, trying to think of a way to explain things to the half-orc."You may have noticed our monkish friend isn't taking well to the predudices of the outside world," Halgo say slowly."Blarth notice.  Blarth have same problem.""And he's got a particular dislike for our barkeep, Tokket, after our arrival...""Blarth notice.  Blarth smart like that.""Well, he wants to take a bit of added revenge on Tokket by urinating in the second ale keg."Blarth looks slightly confused."That not good.  Blarth like ale.  How Yip make sure blarth not drink ale with kobold wee in it.""That's Geoffrey's objection as well.  Yip doesn't seem to think it's a problem."  Blarth's face goes dark, and Halgo wonders briefly if he should restrain the half-orc.  He decides against it, but reminds the warrior to argue quietly as he storms into the room.  By some miracle, no-one notices the harsh whispers and grunts of the arguement, and after twenty minutes of solid threads Yip slowly slinks down the stairs towards the taproom with the love potion in his paws.  He clambers over the bar without incident, and pours the purplish liquid into the first barrel he finds.  When the vial is empty, he smells the pungent aroma of flowers rising up from the barrel."Hope that fade," Yip mutters to himself.  He stares longing at the second barrel for the space of three breaths, conflicted between duty and personal vengance.  Eventually it is the heavy thud of half-orc boots against the floor above that convince him to abandon the plan.  Yip has roomed with Geoffrey and Blarth several times betfore, and recognises the sounds of the heavy, steel shod footware Blarth puts on when he's expecting trouble.</blockquote>

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