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

[nimisgod]

"I don't think they were out to kill me. Probably just a beating...."

Veras Re snorted. A cynic's disgust.

He said nothing else though. The dwarf took a rag and, with nary a thanks nor a good-to-you, he dipped it in the bucket of water and began to wipe away grime and blood from the wounds. He was done with binding soon enough.

"I am done. Don't stress too much or the wounds will open." The dwarf took a generous gulp from his clay mug then prepared to leave the room, taking his walking stick in hand.

 

[Kahuna Burger]

A young woman enters the temporrily patronless bar, nodding to the maidwho is cleaning a suspiciously reddish mess off of the floor. She is dressed in rugged clothes of many pockets under her studded leather armor and bears a crossbow and coiled whip. Her pointed features speak of elvish heritige,but her dark hair and eyes betray human blood as well. "Hello Joe," she says with a tired smile. "A room and a bath pretty please, and I'll make my introductions when there's folks to introduce to?"

 

[nimisgod]

The hooded, hunch-backed form of the Veras-Re ambled slowly to his seat, belongings in hand. From a distance, he seemed more an animate pile of rags than a dwarf in a worn hooded cloak. But then, if Veras-Re worried about his appearance all the time, then he wouldn't be able to move from where he awoke.

This was not to say that he wasn't self conscious. Those with keen senses concerning a person's behavior would easily notice a few odd quirks that betrayed his own yoke of insecurities and doubts. As a dwarf, however, he was bound by race to bury these deep inside the depths of his heart.

He said not a word to Joe about the happenings in Felix's room. Veras-Re assumed that the Red Dragon's proprietor knew everything that happened within his establishment. Veras-Re did grunt though. Milky white eyes caught the recent arrival to the inn, but the dwarf kept his head down and eyes focused on the way before him.

Veras-Re grunted again when he reached his seat. It had gone cold in his absence. He mumbled discontent to himself and to the lump of glass atop his walking stick. Complaints aside, he did seat himself and settle rather comfortably in place.

"More ale" he grumbled dwarvishly to a passing barmaid.

 

[Dexerion]

Bartholemu, alone with Felix, looks down at the beaten lump of a man. "The one you recognized. Who was he, and what did you do to him so that he would beat you like this?"

 

[silentspace]

Smiling broadly, a young wizard enters the tavern. Dressed in slightly-worn adventuring gear, with a light crossbow slung over his shoulder and a club by his side, he shouts out

"Hey Joe, we finished clearing out the sewers so they can finish building the new temple of Hyrag. Lots of strange nasties in those sewers, but we made it out alright. The others should be along soon."

Then turning to the room. "I'm Mintrik, adventurer for hire." He smiles and looks for a table to sit down at.

 

[Ghostknight]

A halfling walks in, a hand axe swaying on one hip, a short sword on the other. both look like new, well made weapons.

"Hi Joe, just got back from helping out Orosus with their little problem."

He looks around and seeing many new faces from the last time he was here continues

"I am Harwin Surefoot, ranger of the wilds."

he looks for an empty spot, piles one chair on top of another, puts his feet up on the table and leans back.

"Hey Joe, can you send a nice large mug of ale this way?"

 

[Velmont]

The door slowly close behind Harwin Surefoot when it come to an halt half-open. Slowly it open again. A small human girl in roguish clothing, a dagger at her belt, enter the the place and starts to stare around. She remove her hood, and her long hair fall on her shoulder, revealing her gracious traits.

"Looks like I finally found the Red Dragon Inn."

She looks at the man behind the bar and say to him.

"I suppose your are Joe. And I suppose you won't give me a room if I don't present myself. Am I right? Your smile says yes. Well, I am Opale di Senzio. You may have heard the last name. A cousin of mine have come here a few times. His name is Rinaldo. He is a spice merchant. I will take a mug of dwarves spirit."

She walks up to a table and looks at Mintrik.

"Do you mind if I sit here? Let me guess, you're a wizard. At least you looks like it."

She sats before the man can give an answer.

"You should seriously do something about it. Being spotted as the spellcaster like that, you'll be a target even before the combat have started."

As her mug arrived she take the mug, but doesn't seems to take a sip. Her sleeves starts to move. A small snake make his way out of it and slowly move up to the candle. He gently come to rest around it.

"My pet. Naga. He loves the heat of candles. Yeap, you guess well, I'm a wizard too, but I look like a cutpurse. A cutpurse in the backline of a fight doesn't seems dangerous, that's a nice way to survive. So, what bring a man like you out of his books?"

 

[Ghostknight]

Harwin listens to the chatty newcomer and gently shakes his head before speaking up.

"Many consider my people flihty and frivolous yet I have seldom heard one who speaks as much, and on topics of such little consequence"

He smiles to take the sting out of his words before he continues

"That is truly a beautiful snake, I tend to find all of natures creature of far more interest than the company of most big people, maybe I just relate better to those who are closer to my own size!"

 

[Velmont]

"In that case, with my barely over five feet tall, I am surely the human you like the most." she said with a smile; before taking a sip of her dwarf spirit.

"And for talking, you should hear Rinaldo. He speaks a lot more than me. And it is a good way to get rid of boring moments. I just traveled with a farmer who has the most annoying life I ever heard. And for pointless topic, sure it is, do you really think I engage a conversation with something personal? Come on, lover, you know better. And even if it is pointless, it still true."

 

[silentspace]

Mintrik was just about to respond to Opale when the halfling Harwin jumped into the conversation. When there is a break, he joins in.

"Since when is survival a pointless topic? I take survival quite seriously! Thank you, Miss Opale, for your advice. What you say is true. When adventuring, I do go a little 'roguish', and strap a buckler on my arm as I wield my crossbow."

[I'm waiting for my character to be approved before I can update it. With the loot from his last adventure, Mintrik will be buying a buckler.]