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

[Rae ArdGaoth]

While the others at the table are debating over pride and prejudice, Fimble McGee sits at the bar, stirring his drink absent-mindedly with his finger. He mumbles a little song under his breath, to himself, and a little glowing ball forms over his hand. He wiggles his fingers and rotates his hands in a sphere around the ball and it changes into different sizes and shapes, morphing silently and smoothly, a rainbow of hues glinting about. Finally it takes the form of a lithe, lanky humanoid with a long tail. Fimble smiles and sighs as the little light-creature climbs up his arm and sits on his shoulder. He continues to hum to himself as he moves the image back in front of him. He waves his hand through the creature and it shatters into little floating points of light. Then he moves his hands again and gathers the light into a ball once more to start the little show over again.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Thank you both, kind sirs. I apologise for any dishonour I might have brought you, and let me know if I have Zij to either of you and I will repay it. Master Studious, I truly wish it were not so as well, and I wish that I could be friends with the halflings back near my home, as the halflings here seem to be a wonderful and friendly people with whom I really enjoy spending time, but it was not meant to be, I suppose. Why don't the three of us kindle our own friendship to try to beat the hands of fate that wished to disallow me from having halfling friends for so long!"

 

[Bront]

"Now that, las, is the best suggestion I've heard all day." Cade calls out to Joe to make sure everyone has a drink. When everyone has one, he raises his glass "To friendship." He clinks his glass with anyone willing, and then takes a long drink.

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lasair takes a glass of some delicious non-poison juice, and she clinks hers with Cade's.*

 

[two]

Sunny Perriwinkle walks back into the tavern, somewhat dejected and ill-at-ease.

Things have not been going his way recently.

 

[Bront]

A large halfling with a St. Bernard at his feet calls over to Sunny "That be a big sword for a little man if I do say so myself. Cade Jenner, at yer service. Didn't catch yer name lad, and what are ye so glum about?"

 

[ajanders]

Michael walks back into the inn and shakes Sunny's hand quietly.
"Sorry it didn't work out for you. But as a mark of confidence..."
He rustles in the top of his pack and reaches out a pound of dried beans, strung on a loop of string.
"Trust me, these'll give you that special kick. Just let me know when you plan to do that little trick."
He hefts his pack onto his back and goes back out the door, only stumbling slightly when he sees Lasair out of the corner of his eye.
As he leaves, he whistles a little tune that sounds like "Colonel Bogey's March" -- if the Colonel was a gnome on a bender.

 

[two]

Thanks Michael, I don't think she knew a good performance when she saw one!

These beans... mmm... they even smell good. Yeah, I think they will do the trick nicely.

Thanks, well, bunches!

 

[two]

A large halfling with a St. Bernard at his feet calls over to Sunny "That be a big sword for a little man if I do say so myself. Cade Jenner, at yer service. Didn't catch yer name lad, and what are ye so glum about?"

"You know that feeling you get when a tour-de-force, knock-out display of competance is mistaken by the rabble as nothing more than the burblings of a drunken lout and they start to throw tomatos?

Then, after this gifted fellow is booed off the stage, some half-pint untalented bozo performs a few lackluster (and hoary) old songs -- to wild applause?

That's EXACTLY how I'm feeling right now.

But, well met, ye-who-sits-with-canines. I'm Sunny Perriwinkle."

 

[Bront]

"I'd take it for the best. I herd they be headin fer da pits ta fight. Combat ain't a game, and I got no interest in helpin people think otherwise." Cade motions for Sunny to come over "Come, have a seat an a drink, and take a load off. I'm sure ye'll find somethin ta occupy ya soon."