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

[Scott DeWar]

Pendrake looks up from his food and drink at the absolutely beatiful woman and ays, "onmogelijk mooi!"

[sblock=translation]impossibly beutiful!
*disclaimer: translation via bable fish of Altavista.com errors in translation are the sole fault of the translator[/sblock]

 

[orsal]

She can't remember Nurlan's name, but his face comes right back. "Of course I remember you! Nice cloak!" She flashes a white smile. "You were with some other adventurers, off to find a goblin fortification. I guess you survived. How's things in Monemvassia? I'm from there, you know? I didn't used to like to say so, because I was in a bit of trouble. But now...just let them try to marry me off." She flexes her fingers, which glow dangerously.

"I gather you're not likely to return to the area any time soon? A shame, because I'd love to invite you to my amphitheatre. Through a rather unexpected series of events I've become a Knight of the Realm. You know the old deserted amphitheatre outside town? It's no longer deserted. I own it, and host bardic circles and public performances there, when I'm not travelling halfway around the world."

 

[Trouvere]

When Semabin moves away, Conuld nods his acknowledgment, then gets up to join Pendrake.

"It has been a long time, since that night in the dock district," he says.[sblock=OOC]an 8 month adventure for Conuld, less than a week for Pendrake, begun on the same day. All hail the Enworphant.[/sblock]

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Ja, Mein friend" He slides one of the steins of dwarvin stout over to conald. "Vee nnt to work again together, JA? Know you of any adventure?"

 

[Trouvere]

"No, unless you count giving farmhands the chance to fly. The milk from my parents' farm will be curdled for weeks." Conuld smiles at the memory.

"Ah, this is a dwarven brew, is it not?" He slides the tankard back to Pendrake. "My last adventure began with a dwarven beverage."

 

[Scott DeWar]

"Dwarven brew ..." Pendrake cocks an eyebrow," ... to flyink?" He pus down all things except the takard he is drinking from,"Ist goot story Ja? I must hear this." he then sits with a very stubborn look on his face with an strong underlieing look of expectation.

"Vell?..."

 

[Manzanita]

Percy squeels with joy upon seeing Nars. She grabs him, pulls him close and kisses him on the top of his head.

"Nars. I don't like it when you're slow. We should have done that together. Do you remember this man?" she motions Nurlan." I can't remember his name. He's been to my home town and has started a theater. Nars would be a great actor if he wanted to be. He's VERY talented. I'm not sure where Nars and I are going to go next. Do you have any suggestions? And you haven't seen a halfling knight named Ismael around here or there have you?"

 

[Trouvere]

"Vell?..."

"No, there is no great tale. I bribed my brothers to give me peace, quiet and exemption from farm chores, so that I could get on with my own work, with the promise of a casting of the spell of flight, at the end of the day. The cows had never suspected they were capable of such things. I do not think my mother had suspected I was capable of such things, either. But then, it is not so very long since I learned."

 

[SlagMortar]

Nars flushes in embarrassment at Percy's display of affection, but clearly he also enjoys it. He protests in a high pitch (for a dwarf) through a constricted throat, "Me, an actor?" Coughing a few times, he finally gives a laugh, "Ah, a joke. And a, er, good one at that."

His face darkens a bit as he remembers Percy was nervous about meeting anyone from her home. "I, er, can't say I've met this, ah, minstrel." Nars extends his hand toward Nurlan, "Nars Blackbeard. And, ah, you are...?" Normally Nars is not one to butt in for an introduction, but if this man has some interest in Percy...

 

[Scott DeWar]

"No, there is no great tale. I bribed my brothers to give me peace, quiet and exemption from farm chores, so that I could get on with my own work, with the promise of a casting of the spell of flight, at the end of the day. The cows had never suspected they were capable of such things. I do not think my mother had suspected I was capable of such things, either. But then, it is not so very long since I learned."

at the revelation of the story of flight is revealed, Pendrake laughs so had that he dwarven stout almost squirts out of his nose. "Ist vi I prefer to stay on ground." the northerner proclaims.

When he calms down he takes another draw from the tankard and continues" Vere to fint verk, you think?" he is quite serious, now.