Sharn Tavern: The Tower's Shard

[Patlin]

"It was an interesting plan, I'm sure I wouldn't have thought of it. Good to remember there are ways to accomplish things without fighting. The war told us the cost of that...."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Sinope nods gravely.*

"Yes, this is a lesson the bards have learned from the repeating of history's mistakes. A quick smile here, a kind word there, a steady calming hand. They seem so small and easy, but at the right time, in the right place, they can save the lives of thousands."

 

[Someone]

"Even when this is no competition, I'd say that I much prefer the second tale" says Tam "And it had the advantage of not risking to offend anyone, since we don't have any hobgoblins here."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"And I as well, as I predicted," Sinope smiles and nods, then laughs slightly, "Though you were the one who said 'a tale's a tale', if I recall, Tam, my friend."

 

[Patlin]

"I have no quarrel with Hobgoblins, generally, though slavers of any race are another matter."

 

[GwydapLlew]

Del (Mordin the Dwarf)

The door to the tavern opens as a ponderous dwarf enters the place. It looks like he has made some attempt to clean himself up a bit; his gnarled and matted beard has been washed within the past day, and the stink of the sewers has been scrubbed off of him. Nonetheless, he is still wider than he is tall, and when his gap-toothed smile continues to hint at years of poor hygiene.

The dwarf looks around the room, checking for familiar faces, before waddling to the bar and ordering a drink.

 

[Velmont]

Kharas, who has been finishing to repair his scale see the dwarf entering the place. "Mordin! Don't sit there, there is some place left at the table, or maybe you don't like much the company of a dwarf and a warforged." He tells to Mordin before taking a sip of his dwarf spirit.

 

[stonegod]

Weapon gets that odd scrunched look on his face plating, and his voice sounds confused. "But I thought..." he starts, but then stops and shrugs.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Sinope laughs merrily at Kharas's comment.*

"Kharas, why wouldn't your friend like dwarves? He's a dwarf too."

 

[Velmont]

"Why would a dwarf shoudl absolutly liek teh company of other dwarf? Or my company? Even I like to have some time alone, like not being disturb while I work on my armor, which you all have done well by entertaining yourself with those stories of yours." tells Kharas, as he put his armor back.