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

[Mathew_Freeman]

Grak woozily stands back to his feet, draws in a mighty breath to sing again...and collapses back into his chair, coughing.

"Grak think him not sing again for now...Grak want more beer!"

Then his head slumps onto the table, and he starts snoring.

 

[Velmont]

Velbrik

"Perhaps I ought to tell the tale, if only for a mug of something to toast my new friends with."

Rinaldo who was speaking with his elven companion turn his head to look at the Bard, than back at his companion.

"Sorry to interrupt our conversation, but I would like to hear that story."

And Turn his chair in direction of the bard and start to listen.

Velbrik sighs, "A sad story, perhaps. But it is one worth learning a lesson from. It is one of the first taught to us at Nobius, and one, I'm told, that all would-be nobles are told before they take office. Hotheadedness is a boon to no one, especially when you hold as much power as Ducard did."

*clap*clap*clap*

"Good story, I like it, but as you said, a bit sad. That's one of the greatest pleasure to be a travelling merchant, to hear and listen to the story, music and poetry of the different place you travel. I love that. When I'll go back to my sister's farm, I will be able to entertain her seven children with this story, but I don't think it would be the best one to tell before these littles would go to sleep. I would like you to make a merchant happy, I can even pay you a drink, if you can tell me a good ending story, so I can tell it again to my sister's children. You would surely make 7 children happy, and maybe more..." Looking round to the people in the Inn " Would you do that for me, sir bard?"

 

[Velmont]

Troi smiles grimly, and takes a long drink out of the blue concoction.

"First Grak, now Milo..." He sighs. "Anybody else who can't sing care to give it a go?" He asks.

"Mister Troi, you are a bit rude, it was a beautifull song, and for how he sings, he would not win a talent contest, but he is over the average."

Turning his head to Milo.

"Sorry sir Milo, I hope I didn't offend you with my words. You sing pretty well, but when you travel a lot, you can hear many songs and you have the chance to hear some of the best and... I think I'll stop before I say something bad. So I just want to say if I hurt your feeling, I appologize."

 

[Velmont]

Grak woozily stands back to his feet, draws in a mighty breath to sing again...and collapses back into his chair, coughing.

"Grak think him not sing again for now...Grak want more beer!"

Then his head slumps onto the table, and he starts snoring.

"Finally! I must confess that mister Troi was at least right with Grak talents, he is not a good singer. It will do good not to hear his voice for the next hour... Oh! sir elf, sorry to have made you wait, let's continu this conversation. Thanks to have allowed me to hear those stories and songs, it is a pleasure I have when I travel..."

 

[Casar Couer De' Lion]

"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."

"Hoo hoo hee, so good to see a familiar face and such a perculuar drink my shortly handicaped friend. One Tossed Treant comming up." The gnome hops off the bar and you hear the familiar rummaging of bottles and clinging of glasses. He pops back up and begins to pour a mixture of elven wine and natural juices into a large glass. He then dashes off to the back and his more unusaual ingridents. Comming back he places two small red berries into the liquid and begins to stir the drink with what appears to be a stick. The thought of this being an actual stick is confitrmed as he sets the top of it ablaze. Handing it to Torindel with a smile he says "Just remember, your not supposed to drink it until the treant twig burns down and lights the drink, the heat bursts the berries tossing about the treant seeds and making the palete of flavors complete. Good choice good elf, I do love this drink.....mind you watch your face there its going to be a mighty flame once it hits the drink...."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Rinaldo
"Mister Troi, you are a bit rude, it was a beautifull song, and for how he sings, he would not win a talent contest, but he is over the average."

"Singing in general gets to me." Troi says. "Grak's 'talents' kinda ruined that kind of entertainment for me, y'know?"

 

[Wippit Guud]

A small cloaked figure hitches up a mule to the post outside. Once the lead is secure, a whistles shrilly, and a black bird floats from the sky to land on his shoulder.

"This is the place..." he seems to say to himself, until the bird replies back in common, "Red Dragon."

Nodding slightly, he pulls out a piece of parchment from an inner pocket of his outfit, and reads it quietly out loud as he walks to the door.

"OK, I supposed to go inside and announce myself, some sort of custom of the bar. And then, find some adventurers and go explo-" he siddenly sighed, "Why are they making me do this? Why can't I just learn about life through books?"

"Learn life by living," spoke the raven.

"You know," said the figure, "I hope in a few years you'll be a better conversationalist..." and head pushed open the door.

---

The door again swings open, as a small figure steps into the crowded inn. He's dressed in travelling clothes with a dark cloak hiding his features, and a black raven sits perched on his shoulder.

As the door closes behind him, he pulls back the hood and settles it on his shoulders. Most were probably expecting an elf, given his height of just over 5 feet, but he's revealed to be human, his head looking down at the floor. His hair is thining and streaked with grey, but when he looks up, his eyes are bright with youth. He alos needs a little son.

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..."

It's no use. He looks a little dejected, and stands there as if lost.

 

[Grim]

"Thank you Rinaldo and Llolian!" Milo smiles again, and then looks down at his drink.

"It's so small! Must be pretty powerfull stu- HEY! Get out of that Snark!"

Snark lifts his head out of the cup, his fur red with the drink. He licks his lips and purs. The little weasel belches, and a gout of smoke puffs from his mouth. He weazes, and then collapses onto the table.

"Hey, he finally calmed down! I better save the rest of this stuff for later." Milo carefully pours the rest of the Flametail into a vial he drew from one of his many pockets. He picks up Snark and tucks him into another pocket, careful not to wake the finally slumbering weasel.

Only then does he notice the newest arrival, and can barely hear his whisper as he tries to introduce himself.

Milo gets up and walks over to the newcommer. He pulls out the vial and hands it to the stranger.

"This might get you talking. Here, take it!"

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Hey, newcomer." Troi calls to the man standing in the doorway. "Don't worry 'bout not being heard... if at least one person's listening, doesn't really matter."

"Oh, and hey, don't take that thing from Milo there... yeah, Milo's the guy with the weasel, the one trying to give you something. Don't know what it is, but I wouldn't advise takin' it."

 

[Snipehunt]

Llolian

"Welcome," Llolian says to the newcomer. "I hope you're not going to sing."

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