Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar raises his cup to those around him. "To the exuberance of youth... may it not get us killed." The Sea Elf takes drains the remaining fluid from his glass then pours himself another.

 

[Ferrix]

"Aye, atleast the lad had the sense to put down me bottle before rushing the door, it'd have been an awful shame to waste such fine whiskey." He pours himself another glass of whiskey and looks to the half-elf and then the sea-elf, with a rumbling chuckle like stones rolling down a mountainside, he speaks, "and who would have been thinkin' that I'd be sharing a table with a sea elf and a half-elf. Eh, Thromgril?"

 

[Vendetta]

Zar smirks deviously at Derrik's words but, for once in his life, refrains from saying anything.

 

[taitzu52]

"Aye, atleast the lad had the sense to put down me bottle before rushing the door, it'd have been an awful shame to waste such fine whiskey."

After seeing such a fine display, Thromgril laughs heartily and slpas his enormous belly, as he is inclined to do. "I can make sure it never happens again!" he says, scanning the room for an unattended and possibly dirty shotglass.

He pours himself another glass of whiskey and looks to the half-elf and then the sea-elf, with a rumbling chuckle like stones rolling down a mountainside, he speaks, "and who would have been thinkin' that I'd be sharing a table with a sea elf and a half-elf. Eh, Thromgril?"

"Stranger things have been known to happen over a strong drink.", says the dwarf, as he pinches the ends of one of his locks, rubbing in the grease. Now he too is wondering about the quest, and it's new "leader". Shrugging to himself, Thromgril does what he does best and keeps on drinking.

 

[Vendetta]

"Stranger things have been known to happen over a strong drink."

"Watching the human empty his stomach was certainly one." Says Zar-Vroxiar as he sips his wine again.

 

[deadestdai]

Skarsus sat on the Inn steps and wiped his mouth over with the sleeve of his shirt. What in the God's Hells am I doing here!? Adventure? So far I am just a source of mirth to these... "companions". they would never see me as an equal, much less the leader that the wizard had mentioned. He sighed and straightened his sword upon his waist comfortably before entering once again and sitting back at the table - saying little.

 

[ferretguy]

As his rare steak and Skarsus arrive at the table, Ackalon smirks at the horseman. "So now that you've made sure that you have room for dinner, perhaps you could speak of your knowledge of where we may be traveling to in your land.

 

[Vendetta]

"Please, Horseman, the half human's query is a fine one. What can you tell us about your lands and what can we expect when we arrive? How long with this journey take? And, do you know anything about this old church in Zakor? Zar-Vroxiar swirls the fluid in his glass as he casually looks to the minstrels, wondering if they know a song that meets his request and more, if they will actually sing it.

Zar then looks around the room and wonders if anyone is spying on or following them. Should they be on their guard? Should they have this conversation in public?

((OOC: Zar would like to look casually around the room for anyone that might be taking "too much" interest in his group. He has no spot ranks, his wisdom bonus is +0, so he only has his race's natural +2 bonus to spot. ))

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik looks, head cocked halfway to the side, at his half-empty bottle of whiskey and considers if it is worth saving the rest for another night or just imbibing the rest of it in the rest of the evening to come.

He grins, snags the bottle with his right hand and fills his glass once more. "Good lad, I'm sorry for the course our humor is taking, but tis all in good fun. The trip has just begun and the rest o' us are already old beyond your years, and it is just that," his voice raising quite loudly, "that makes you the fine leader among us. The spark of youth my friends, that is the light we follow on this quest." Raising his glass to his companions at the table he downs the whiskey and places the empty glass upon the table, looking around for something in particular to do, or someone of interest.

[Spot +3]

 

[deadestdai]

Skarsus nods to the Half-elf's query. Aye, I've been about in my lands with the border patrols.

**OOC: How much "does" Skarsus know about where they are headed to?**

Then he smiles thankfully to the dwarf for his kind words of encouragement and tells the elf and half elf a little about what he knows.