Reply to thread

Message

<blockquote data-quote="arwink" data-source="post: 540959" data-attributes="member: 2292">Thursday, August 17th, 518 AF, continued Having been told by Calmer that ressurecting their comrades will take the better part of the evening, if not all night, Durhon decides on a course of action for the evening.&quot;Ay, runt,&quot; he grunts at Yip.&nbsp; &quot;I'll buy ye and ale.&quot;Yip thinks on this for a few moments, contemplating the scar where his previous trip to a tavern went wrong.&quot;You got somthin' better to do?&quot; Durhon demands.&nbsp; Yip shrugs.&nbsp; He hasn't.They head towards the Inn of the Welcome Wench, working on Elmo's recommendation that the ale is of a slightly better quality than that of Terrigan's Tavern.The interior of the Welcome Wench is warm and comforting, and there is already a small crowd gathered in the early twilight.&nbsp; There's a woman working behind the bar, but she turns away when she smells Durhon's unwashed stench and the dwarf leers at her.&nbsp; She huddles in the corner, having a short arguement with a burly man who emerges from the kitchen.&nbsp; Once or twice during the arguement, she waves her hand in front of her nose as though to clear the air.&quot;Innkeeper,&quot; Durhon grunts knowing, nodding at the man arguing with the barmaid.&nbsp; &quot;I'll stake my stench on it.&quot;Eventually, the burly innkeep bustles up to the companions table.&quot;What'll it be?&quot; he asks.&quot;What ye got?&quot; Durhon asks.&nbsp; THe innkeep rattles off a list of ales and wines, but Durhon's attention is caught by something middway through the list.&quot;Peat beer?&quot; he demands.&nbsp; &quot;Did ye just say ye had peat beer?&quot;&quot;Yessir,&quot; the innkeeper says.&nbsp; &quot;We have a barrel or two on hand, for those with a more discerning palet.&nbsp; Imported from Beldarrun from the north.&quot;&quot;Done,&quot; Durhon says, his grimy beard twisting around ane ecstatic smile.&nbsp; Yip watches, an uneasy feeling already settling over him.The innkeep looks at Durhon, sniffs the dwarves offensive odour for a moment.&quot;I should warn you, sir,&quot; he tells the dwarf, &quot;That peat beer will come at a considerable cost.&quot;&quot;Hrm,&quot; Durhon grunts.&nbsp; &quot;Figures.&nbsp; Save a town from a dragon and they still charge you for an ale.&quot;&quot;Dragon,&quot; the Innkeep asks, incredulous.&nbsp; &quot;I heard nothing about any dragon.&quot;Once again, Durhon up-ends his sack and reveals the spoils of war.&nbsp; The innkeeper looks at the severed head, aghast.&quot;What's ye name, Innkeep?&quot; Durhon asks.&quot;O-o-ostler,&quot;&quot;Ye own this place, Oster?&quot; Durhon asks reasonably.&quot;Aye.&quot;&quot;Then how'd you like this trinket for your wall?&quot;Ostler looks at the dragons head, and almost forgets to nod.&quot;Then why don't you bring me a peat beer, and one for my friend.&nbsp; A nights drinking an a plaque with me name seems more than fair for a fresh dragon's head.&nbsp; Durhon, dragonslayer.&nbsp; Aye?&quot;Ostler nods again.&quot;Two peat beers,&quot; the innkeeper agrees.&nbsp; &quot;With more to come.&nbsp; And welcome, Durhon, to the Welcome Wench.&quot;The peat beer is brought in short order.&nbsp; Yip drinks warily, unfamiliar with the dwarven drink.&nbsp; The beer is thick and heavy, and before he's even finished the first mug Yip feels his tongue hanging heavily in his mouth and a slight dizziness when he starts to talk.&nbsp; Durhon sits by his side, laughing uproariously.&quot;A night to remember, knobbly,&quot; he shouts at the kobold.&nbsp; &quot;We killed us a dragon and we be celebratin'.&nbsp; It's a night to remember.&quot;Yip doesn't remember much beyond the second mug of peat beer, but it occurs to him towards the end that the beers taste reminds him of earth and mud.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="arwink, post: 540959, member: 2292"] [I]Thursday, August 17th, 518 AF, continued [/I] Having been told by Calmer that ressurecting their comrades will take the better part of the evening, if not all night, Durhon decides on a course of action for the evening. "Ay, runt," he grunts at Yip. "I'll buy ye and ale." Yip thinks on this for a few moments, contemplating the scar where his previous trip to a tavern went wrong. "You got somthin' better to do?" Durhon demands. Yip shrugs. He hasn't. They head towards the Inn of the Welcome Wench, working on Elmo's recommendation that the ale is of a slightly better quality than that of Terrigan's Tavern. The interior of the Welcome Wench is warm and comforting, and there is already a small crowd gathered in the early twilight. There's a woman working behind the bar, but she turns away when she smells Durhon's unwashed stench and the dwarf leers at her. She huddles in the corner, having a short arguement with a burly man who emerges from the kitchen. Once or twice during the arguement, she waves her hand in front of her nose as though to clear the air. "Innkeeper," Durhon grunts knowing, nodding at the man arguing with the barmaid. "I'll stake my stench on it." Eventually, the burly innkeep bustles up to the companions table. "What'll it be?" he asks. "What ye got?" Durhon asks. THe innkeep rattles off a list of ales and wines, but Durhon's attention is caught by something middway through the list. "Peat beer?" he demands. "Did ye just say ye had peat beer?" "Yessir," the innkeeper says. "We have a barrel or two on hand, for those with a more discerning palet. Imported from Beldarrun from the north." "Done," Durhon says, his grimy beard twisting around ane ecstatic smile. Yip watches, an uneasy feeling already settling over him. The innkeep looks at Durhon, sniffs the dwarves offensive odour for a moment. "I should warn you, sir," he tells the dwarf, "That peat beer will come at a considerable cost." "Hrm," Durhon grunts. "Figures. Save a town from a dragon and they still charge you for an ale." "Dragon," the Innkeep asks, incredulous. "I heard nothing about any dragon." Once again, Durhon up-ends his sack and reveals the spoils of war. The innkeeper looks at the severed head, aghast. "What's ye name, Innkeep?" Durhon asks. "O-o-ostler," "Ye own this place, Oster?" Durhon asks reasonably. "Aye." "Then how'd you like this trinket for your wall?" Ostler looks at the dragons head, and almost forgets to nod. "Then why don't you bring me a peat beer, and one for my friend. A nights drinking an a plaque with me name seems more than fair for a fresh dragon's head. Durhon, dragonslayer. Aye?" Ostler nods again. "Two peat beers," the innkeeper agrees. "With more to come. And welcome, Durhon, to the Welcome Wench." The peat beer is brought in short order. Yip drinks warily, unfamiliar with the dwarven drink. The beer is thick and heavy, and before he's even finished the first mug Yip feels his tongue hanging heavily in his mouth and a slight dizziness when he starts to talk. Durhon sits by his side, laughing uproariously. "A night to remember, knobbly," he shouts at the kobold. "We killed us a dragon and we be celebratin'. It's a night to remember." Yip doesn't remember much beyond the second mug of peat beer, but it occurs to him towards the end that the beers taste reminds him of earth and mud. [/QUOTE]

Verification