(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn I

[Grim]

Milo turns to Troi. "Hey, Tiggle gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to him. It calmed Snark's nerves, maybe it could help the newcomer."

He turns back to the newcomer and looks up at him. "Here, it's good for yah."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Milo
"Hey, Tiggle gave it to me, and now I'm giving it to him. It calmed Snark's nerves, maybe it could help the newcomer."

"Y'know, if he's a newcomer here... throwing one of the more unusual Tiggle specialties at 'im might not be a good idea." Troi observes. "Besides... your weasel drank from it. I'm not so sure anybody'd want it now that an animal had some of it. Even I wouldn't, and I'm not that picky about my food or my drinks."

 

[Grim]

"You think there's something wrong with this stuff Troi? Well FINE!"

Milo looks down at the vial.

"I'll drink it then!"

He opens the stoper and tips it back. Milo's face turns bright red, and he coughs up gouts of smoke before falling to his knees, holding his stomach, belching up a stream of fire that singes his jacket.

"Owwww...."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Milo
"You think there's something wrong with this stuff Troi? Well FINE!"

"I just said that I wouldn't drink something a weasel put his snout in, is all." Troi says with a shrug. "There's nothing wrong with the drink itself."

"I'll drink it then!"

Troi watches silently as Milo downs the drink.

"Owwww..."

"Hmm... I coulda told ya that was gonna happen." Troi says, shaking his head. "Flametail is a dangerous drink if you're not careful. You're not supposed to down it so fast..."

 

[Velmont]

"Please, give the newcomer a break. He looks to want to be left alone, so let him at least present himself, than let him take a table, a drink and a meals, than, if he wants, he will talk to you."

Rinaldo approach the newcomer.

Here, take a seats. Relax and ask for a meal if you are hungry. the chief do good meal you know? Do you like to cook. If you do some of your own meals, let me offer you some spice to give some taste to your favorite plate."

 

[Wippit Guud]

Ned looks down at Milo, who's clutching himself in pain. His eyes widen slightly as the sight of smoke coming from his mouth. He tenderly steps over the man, looking around the place in a mix of awe and fright.

"Whathave I gotten myself into?" he mutters to himself, as he finds the closest empty seats and sit down... right next to a snoring half-orc.

But, with all the noise and sights in the common room, he doesn't notice the burly half-breed right away.

 

[Thels]

Another opening of the door making way for yet another person coming in. This time it's a beautiful young human woman, just over 5 feet tall, slim yet wellrounded, long blond hair hanging over her shoulders and large blue eyes in the center of her very cute face. She is dressed in a fine simple white cloth, hanging loosely around her, revealing quite much of her wellformed body. Her only decoration is a miniature silver mace hanging on a silver chain around her neck. A belt around her waist hold up a sword and a shield while she carries a backpack in her hand.

Smiling, she walks in and closes the door, speaking with a charming yet clear voice: "Greetings, everyone. Zoe Clearwater, follower of Hyrag the Lightbringer, wishes you all a very fine day." Addressing the gnome behind the bar while she glances around the room: "Hi there, Tiggle. Joe's not around?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Ned
"What have I gotten myself into?"

"Well, that depends..." Troi says. "Is that a question on a physical level, or a philosophical one? Physically, you've gotten yourself into the Red Dragon tavern, possibly the most famous tavern in these parts... and, more specifically, you're sitting next to Grak, a half-orc. Nice guy... but doesn't sing too well. And he likes to sing." Troi smiles.

"Philosophically... you've gotten yourself into one of the largest gathering places of people for hire and adventurers. Take me, for example - my name's Troi Delmontes, and I study monsters. I've been kinda down without a job lately, so I've been here... for maybe a week or so."

"But enough about that... how 'bout you? Gotta name, and a job, or whatever?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

Zoe
"Greetings, everyone. Zoe Clearwater, follower of Hyrag the Lightbringer, wishes you all a very fine day."

"Hey, Zoe." Troi calls, giving his traditional greeting of raised hand with index and middle fingers extended. "How's it goin'?"

"Hi there, Tiggle. Joe's not around?"

"Nope, Joe's not around at the moment." Troi says, before the gnome can answer.

 

[Casar Couer De' Lion]

Steeling himself, he begins to speak, "Hello, everyone my na.." his speaks so quietly that his voice is lost in the cacophony of the masses, "I said my nam..."

"Oh dear oh dear, I told Joe this might happen, nervous newcommers in front of the entire bar, not going to do them well. Here son take a seat and talk when your ready. Hmmm," Tiggle taps his index finger aganst his chin, "although I may be able to help you out with that, give me a sec"

As usual the gnome hops off the bar and begins rumaging through the different brews. "What a perfect idea and a perfect name it will be a hit for sure, The Nervous Newcomer sure to be a great success." Anyone watching the barrender fix his new idea gets lost in a blur of drinks Tiggle pours into a singe mug, although for a second you think you saw him put some of the ale only Grak has the stomach to drink in it. When he finishes he places the mug of golden liquid infront of the stammering individual. "Drink up"

Llolian waves for a barmaid and asks for one of Tiggle's concoctions.

"Hmmm hmmm concoction you want concoction you got, let me see this should be a treat for you" Back behind the bar you hear the clang of glass on glass in constant motion. He pops back up with another tiny glass that he gently places on the barmaid tray... an empty tiny glass. "Behold The Naked Eye don't worry its there, and quite good.... if I got it right, last time I served it the guy ran out of here screaming about deamon clothes and ripping all of his stuff off, oh well bottoms up" The gnome beams a smile and waits for Llolian to drink.

He opens the stoper and tips it back. Milo's face turns bright red, and he coughs up gouts of smoke before falling to his knees, holding his stomach, belching up a stream of fire that singes his jacket.

"PERFECT!!! Want another being that your furball drank most of it.... only fair"

"Hi there, Tiggle. Joe's not around?"

"Hee Hee nope, just me and when Joe's away Tiggle's at play" the gnome dances gleefully atop the bar enjoying the festive scene. "So what drink did the fine lady wish to partake in tonight"