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Message: <blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 452239" data-attributes="member: 2292">Monday, August 14th, 518 AF, Continued Warwind and Taranos get the first load of lumber to their homes.  Taranos offers to help the elf with his repairs, figuring that making one hut a dry place to sleep fast is better than getting two huts done in twice the time.  After the elf's hut is done, they'll both work on getting Taranos' place in working order.  Warwind isn't thrilled about sharing space with the dwarven priest, but finds it hard to argue against his logic.  One look at the muddy interior is all he needs.  He readily agrees.Durhon wakes up to find he's been blowing small bubbles into the muddy floor of the hut.  His beard is streaked with grime, his clothes are filthy and he has the slightest of hangovers.  Obviously, he was doing something wrong last night.  Things should be much worse.He checks his coin-purse.  There's still a few gold there, so obviously the kobold runt has refrained from riffling it during the night.  Not that Yip's ever done so, but Durhon's sure the stinking runt is planning to sooner or later.  He looks at the small collection of coins, struggling to remember where the nearest tavern was located.  It's only a five minute walk away.  Durhon checks the position of the sun and figures it's about midmorning.  He's still a few hours behind.There are seceral children hiding in the bushes around the hut, eyeing the reatreating form of Yip as he heads towards a cluster of homes.  One of them sees Durhon emerge and watches the giant war-axe on the dwarf's back with wide eyes.  Durhon glares at him."Whatch out," he growls.  "I bite."The children flee in a matter of seconds.Durhon catches up with Yip as the kobold is looking at the row of houses in the village.  The kobold seems bewildered, almost lost."What are you doin'?" Durhon barks.Yip shrugs.  "Looking for...work?" he suggests.  After years training to hunt thieves in sewer tunnels and achieve inner enlightenment, Hommlet's peaceful cobblestone paths are an enigma."Nope," Durhon grunts.  "Come with me and get some ale."Yip sniff's the dwarf's odor.  Durhon isn't a pleasant being to spent time around, but at least he's a known quantity.  And one of the joys Yip's discovered since being freed from his order does seem to be a good cup of ale...The two of them head to the nearest tavern, a ramshackle place called Terrigans.  Inside it's much worse - the furnture has a patched appearance after living through too many brawls, and the low-hanging roof is streaked with smoke and a variety of nicks and cuts.  Durhon gets them a table in the corner, holds up a pair of stubby fingers to the bartender.  Almost immediately they are served large tankards of watery ale."Gar," Durhon grunts after the first sip.  "For a moment there I thought this was my kind of place.  Flamin' Rat-piss."They drink in silence, Durhon quaffing his ale with a scowl while Yip holds the tankard to his lips with both claws, trying his best to navigate the human-sized vessel.By the second ale they start staring at the taproom.  It's almost empty at this time of morning, with only two other patrons around.  One is a human in dark, spiked armor who seems to stare at Yip intensely.  The other is a gnome in grey robes who's glaring at the kobold with undisguised hatred.  Durhon notices their looks with something approaching glee.  He lets rip an enourmous belch, orders another two drinks and grabs yip by the arm."Cummon Runt, it's time to meet the locals."</blockquote>

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