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

[MeepoTheMighty]

As the halfling launches into his third verse, the door to the Tavern is flung open roughly. A large dwarf strides confidently through the door, his blood red cape swishing behind him as the evening breeze blows through the open door. He glares at the small singing fellow and moves towards an empty table in a corner of the common room.

The dwarf gives a ha-rumphing cough as a serving wench wanders by. Having drawn her attention, he barks out an order. "Dwarven ale, and make it snappy. I haven't got all night, you know."

 

[Snipehunt]

Llolian

"A fine song," Llolian says to Milo. He looks at the others as well.

"Mind if I join you?"

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Hey, you there, in the corner," Troi yells, addressing the dwarf who just entered. "I don't know if you're familiar with the Red Dragon or not, but when you enter, you're supposed to announce who you are and what your occupation is."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Re: Llolian

Llolian
"A fine song,"

"Mind if I join you?"

"Oh yes, it was a wonderful song." Troi says, his voice slightly slurred. The blue concoction is almost completely gone. "All we need is for everyone to join in... too bad there's not a chorus, we could all join in on it..."

 

[MeepoTheMighty]

The dwarf glances around warily at the crowd. As the barmaid brings him his ail, he takes a sip of it to clear his throat.

"My name is Zumar Dakarr. My business is my own, and I would prefer to leave it that way. Suffice to say that I am here for the same reason as any of us."

As he sips his strong ale, the dwarf slips back a little further into the shadows, letting his eyes become accustomed to the darkness.

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Of course, that was sarcasm, in case you missed it." Troi says quickly to Llolian and Milo, sitting upright. The slur has left his voice. "If everyone else joined in, I'd leave this joint so fast it wouldn't be funny, and come back only after everybody was done. And I'm still fine and sober, and whatnot... one drink doesn't do me in. I've been here for a little over a week now, and you don't do that at the Red Dragon without learning how to stomach a little drink. The slur was part of my sarcastic act."

Zumar Dakarr
"My name is Zumar Dakarr. My business is my own, and I would prefer to leave it that way. Suffice to say that I am here for the same reason as any of us."

"Hmm... and what reason, or set of reasons, would that be? I'd be rather surprised if you are here for the same reasons that I am. And you needn't be so rude, Zumar, otherwise Joe - that's the owner - is gonna kick you outta his place. That being here."

 

[MeepoTheMighty]

"I meant no insult, friend. The road has been long, with many an untrustworthy sort, and one can't be too hasty in revealing his motivations.

If ye must know, I come from the east, near the Bruinthor mountains. This is the first time I have left the place of me birth in many a year, and I fear my manners aren't what they should be."

The dwarf kicks one of the chairs surrounding the table, and it spins quickly, turning itself on one leg and landing to face Troi. As Zumar smiles, the firelight illuminates a large scar running down the side of his face.

"Care for a seat?"

 

[Casar Couer De' Lion]

Tiggle sat happily through the story smiling with glee until the unfortunae climax when he was so shocked he fell off the bar and landed with a thud and a loud shatter of one of the finer wine bottles. "Oh dear oh dear, remind me to clean that up someone. Yes, yes a fine tale indeed and as promissed a speical drink from the back for the bard of the evening." Tiggle gets up and scampers off to the back comming back out with a shiny golden goblet with steam comming out. "Don't be worried the steams just to fool you coldest drink you'll have in these parts. Created it myself I call it The Tiggle Teaser and only make it for those quite deserving of the treat" He sets the goblet down in front of Velbrik and hops back onto the bar awaiting the patrons aproval.

"I'm Llolian. I was told to look for Joe?" he yells to the room.

"Ahh sorry sorry so very busy many people here tonight, yes Joe's out for now and Tiggle's in charge." The gnome stands up on the bar pulling on his apron proudly, until he slips on some ale that missed Grak's mouth and crashed behind again causing another loud shatter. "Blasted clumsy me, oh well. Yes yes good to meet you Llolian what drink do you be needen fixed up for you tonight?"

Then Thurgan turned and faced the ever-growing crowd in the tavern. “Greeting all, my name is Thurgan Hammer. I work at the local smithy. You need some metal worked, I’m the man you see . . . or my boss.” Thurgan added the last part quietly. He had issues with his boss, but he wanted to push that out of his mind – he needed that drink.

"Ahhh Thurgan me good dwarf good to see that let you away long enough to get a drink. Sorry to keep you waiting as you said so many newcommers, but here you be a mug of the finest dwarven ale for the towns finest smith." Tiggle slides the mug down to the far end of the bar and the local dwarf.

OOC: I know I missed him but play along with the idea that I actually manage to sere the customers

I wonder whether you've studied the creatures? Perhaps not in person - since you are standing in front of me rather than six feet under me - but maybe you know someone who knows someone who had a relative that had encountered one?"

Tiggle turns sharply at the mention of dragons and stares down the historian. "I be knowing about dragons and Troi's right the one outside was a real one. Killed it myself.... well kinda.... I was there..... I helped.... I think..... but yeah dragons be tuff customers you might want to be sticken to your stories and not off hunting those just yet"

Milo smiles when he finishes, proud that he could actually remember the first four verses.

"Oh delightful delightful, a good song calls for a good drink, and I got one just right for your tale." Tiggle hops down and trots off to the back his bald head bobbing just over the rim of the bar. He emerges a second later with a very tiny glass of a red liquid. "May not be a blue dragon but I can promise you that this drink was brewed in the stomach lining of a red dragon. Got quite a kick I warn you, so watch yourself if you can't hold your stuff. Enjoy your Flametail." The gnome then gently places the glass in front of Milo.

The dwarf gives a ha-rumphing cough as a serving wench wanders by. Having drawn her attention, he barks out an order. "Dwarven ale, and make it snappy. I haven't got all night, you know."

"EEEP!!!" Tiggle jumps down behind the bar and begins rummaging through bottle looking for something to serve the new dwarven arival. Until he gets his backup from the Troi.

"Hey, you there, in the corner," Troi yells, addressing the dwarf who just entered. "I don't know if you're familiar with the Red Dragon or not, but when you enter, you're supposed to announce who you are and what your occupation is."

"Yeah thats right! You best be polite if you be wanting your ale." Then seeing the large scar on the dwarfs face Tiggle shakes and meakly hands over the ale. "Enjoy good Zumar, no hard feelings"

 

[Jade Solstar]

Enter Torindel the Tall

The door to the bar swings open once more this fair evening...

Through the doors walks a very tall high elf, he appears to be around 6'1" which is tall for one of his race. He is garbed in a chainshirt that appears to have seen better days, draped over it an open tunic made of a shimmering white material and dark blue pants. His light blue cloak is swirling about him from the breeze outside. He appears to have a shortsword at his side and a longbow and quiver on his back.

With a sincere smile and look of relief the elf hails those who are gathered in the tavern "Hail and well met good people! I am known as Torindel the Tall, I am an elven archer of some skill in search of adventure to further my training and hopefully be able to afford new gear soon...haha! Long time no see, eh Tingle ? How about one of those famous Tossed Treant drinks you are famous for."

 

[Velmont]

At hearing the mention of a salesman Felix's pointed ears almost visibly pirk up and he turns towards Rinaldo.

' A Merchant?' He asks 'Here come and have a drink...we can talk business' Felix pulls a chair out beside his own and indicates it.

'I think the barkeep may be a while anyway, it looks like a busy day...'

The merchant who was eating his meal, looking at some parchement, seems to be concentrated and didn't seems to hear the elf. It took some time before he start searching around him.

"Sorry, mister elf, did you talk to me. I'm sorry to havn't response sooner, I was thinking, and when I think, it is hard to get me out of my head. The times are hards for me and I was calculating some things and I was finding at the rate I win and spend my money, I'll need to find another way of living, not being a merchant is a bad thing, but you know, it is with oney you do money, and I've always been poor."

The man stand up with his drink and take a seats near the elf, without stoping his speech.

"I must sent half my profit to my sister. Not she is infirm or nothing, she is simply mother of 7 childs, all youngs, the older is only 9 years old, so she must do all the things and the farm produce almost tnothing since her husband is death. I go help her some times so she can produce more wheats and vegetable, and in exchange, she give me some rosemary, a fine herb that smell pretty good, and his even better with lambs, you should test that, but sadly, I have none on me, as it is what it sell the fastly, anyway, it is better fresh, and it wouldn't be fresh.

You said you want to talk business? Are you interested in my goods or are you a merchant yourself. If you are interested in my goods, I have some of the finest safran, and I have still 2 pounds left. You know, it give this little spice of adventure to your meals...

Sorry, I speak so much and I don't let you response. My sister always say I speak too much for my health, that I should speak less and listen more, but I think it is pretty fine to talk a lot, more important when you are a merchant, because communication is very important to a merchant, and... I... think I let you put a word..."