Tavern - City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn '08

[Trouvere]

Tor smiles at Jerrand and turns to Gildrim. "Well, you're sitting next to a few members of the races you mentioned.

"Ah'll be sure tae tak' notes efter," Gildrim says with a wink. He looks up at the newcomer. "Gie yersel' a seat, if yoo're stayin'. Yoo're taa enaw tae gezz a crick in th' neck."

 

[Knight Otu]

"I guess you're right." Semabin says as he grabs a chair and sits down, not quite sure if he'll understand what the dwarf will say.

 

[Trouvere]

"A mighty bonnie coat yoo're wearin'," Gildrim observes. "Dwarf mak', ay coorse. There's a dwarf smith jest doon th' road. Tarag Durvinn, his nam is. But he wisnae at haem when Ah cam by."

 

[Gobletchica]

Tor turns her head up to look at the newcomer.
"You are tall. Anyway, what's the current topic of conversation? Coats? I'm curious about why people keep getting drawn to this table."

 

[Jerrand Redband]

Introductions (part II)

Jerrand who was staring at the finely made shirt comes out of his daze blushing at Tor's remarks."Greetings Semabin ai Harudan," replies Jerrand, as he takes a quick drink to restore his faces color. " My name is Jerrand Redband and these are the ladies Tor and Jamilee. And Master Gildrim, son of Darak, of Clan Nurazak." Jerrand takes another look at the fine chain shirt and says to Tor," I believe are friend Gildrim has a magnetic personality."


Edit :

will try to submit an adventure to see if we here at the table can play

just use Jerrand as an npc he's not approved yet anyway

 

[Gobletchica]

Tor looks at Jerrand a moment before replying.
"Perhaps that is the reason. Or perhaps the variety of persons sitting here is what's drawing people in."

 

[Trouvere]

Gildrim merely grunts at Jerrand's suggestion. "Tae guid company. Ho! Barkeep! Fower dwarven ales an'" - he glances at Jamilee - "anither dwarven ale."

 

[Knight Otu]

"A mighty bonnie coat yoo're wearin'," Gildrim observes. "Dwarf mak', ay coorse. There's a dwarf smith jest doon th' road. Tarag Durvinn, his nam is. But he wisnae at haem when Ah cam by."

"Yes, it is from Tarag's Forge." Semabin says with a bit of surprise in his voice, nodding as Jerrand introduces the folk at the table. "I guess people here are attracted to activity. I mean, that's why many of us are here. Activity might mean adventure, a job, an opportunity to learn... so we kind of flock together as the winds guide us. Assuming we don't doze off, of course, or something." At that, Semabin lets his gaze wander to see if the crazed sorcerer was still around.

 

[Robichaud]

Jamilee makes a face at the offer for ale, gestures at her throat, and produces a rattle that leans slightly more towards assent than dissent. Then nods a few times, definitely shifting the balance towards the "I'll take it" interpretation of the little pantomime.

After the drinks arrive and she's had a good couple of swigs, she takes a long, hard look at Semabin's mail; then rasps out a few words, with less choking and hacking going on than before. "Tarag, hnh, knows his stuff. Many smiths here who do. Main hhhrreason I haven't begun a forge of my own yet, hnh. Of course, with this lull. Things look different."

 

[Trouvere]

"Yes, it is from Tarag's Forge." Semabin says with a bit of surprise in his voice.

"Och, aye? He diz guid enaw wark, then. When Ah hae some spaur coins, Ah'll pay heem a visit mahsel'."

After the drinks arrive and she's had a good couple of swigs, she takes a long, hard look at Semabin's mail; then rasps out a few words, with less choking and hacking going on than before. "Tarag, hnh, knows his stuff. Many smiths here who do. Main hhhrreason I haven't begun a forge of my own yet, hnh. Of course, with this lull. Things look different."

"Th' main reason Ah huvnae begin mae ain forge is reit haur," Gildrim says, fingering the ends of his beard. Now that he's drawn attention to it, it's obvious that a black beard wouldn't ordinarily grow white at the tips. The hair has been crisped shorter. "Ah'm nae guid at metalwark. Ah'm aye leanin' in tay close tae th' fire ur catchin' sparks ur toochin' hot metal wi' ma beard. Ah did mak' mah ain coat ay chain, thocht, an' lang borin' wark it was tay."

Gildrim waves a chicken remnant for emphasis. "It's said that Chennet' is a god close tae th' heart ay dwarves, but if ye ask me, it's Grendath fa decided th' best forge maisters in th' enwarld would be th' ones wi' th' langest beards."