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

[Velmont]

"Doing fight for doing fight, nope, but when you enter the military ranks or become a sellsword, it is you run after a fight at some time... That's the reason I didn't followed that group. Protecting a caravan, it is meant that the merchant owning it think it will be attacked. It means they will bored the long of the road until they fall in an ambush and fight." reply Opale to the dwarf before taking another sip.

 

[Jdvn1]

Farid gets a worried look on his face, "No, you're right. It don't seem wise to wait f'r an ambush. I hope they stay well, but the more of them there are, the more of a chance they have of survival, right?" He shakes his head, takes a bit of some bread and chases it with a drink, "This is a fine drink indeed. We used to drink something very similar where I grew up."

 

[Velmont]

"It must be for that reason they call it dwarf spirits. I don't know where Joe find that one, but it is better than the one I could find in my home city... if I can call it home." Opale takes a big sip before she put the empty mug on the table.

 

[Jdvn1]

"... in my home city... if I can call it home."

"And what d'ye mean by that? ... Oh, do you need another drink?" Farid raises his hand to motion to Joe.

 

[Velmont]

"Yeah, could help to have another mug. If you imagine that all arcanist learn there tricks in a tower, amongs big books, a teaching paid by some rich parents, you'll have to come back to reality. I've been a street rats, and the city of a street rats isn't his home, because the people of the city see you as an insect and have no respect for you. When I finally learned the art of magic, I left the city to travel, being sick to wander the same streets."

 

[Jdvn1]

Heeding Farid's hand, a barmaid brings two fresh drinks to the table. "We only needed one, but thank you." Farid takes a bite of meat to accompany his bread, "That is quite a shame -- I mean t've been cast aside by society like that. There are no redeeming factors of your home town? Where I come from, if you can carry a pick or a hammer or an axe, you have a job. There's always more work to do and the more people to do it, the faster it gets done. My father himself was a miner. Durek Farid Duropied XII, the Swifthammer. It's not a wonderful job, but respectable."

 

[Velmont]

"There is always a way to earn his life, and generally, when people look down at you, you don't mind to take their things without there permission. Most of them will become beggar, cutpurse, burglar, taxing thugs... a few will earn there way in a more lucrative way: smuggler, assassin, but now you are asking for specialization and you need to train, and even before, find a mentor and the will to do that. That's the way of the street, well just the big picture, there is a lot of subtilities that varies from cities to cities."

 

[Jdvn1]

"Hm," Farid starts. Putting down his mug, he opens his mouth to continue, but stops. His brow furrows for a bit while he's thinking, and he finally decides. "I have much t'learn it seems. I'm not yet used to the ways of city life, coming from a small town, but maybe things can be better if we treat everyone better."

 

[fuzzy]

Rika Silanüne, Fighter 1, Adventurer

That was just wierd. This guy hired some of us to go find a employee of his hunting for hippogrif eggs, and the the man shows back up, we get called back, and we barely get paid.

Rika walks over and takes a seat at the table.

Some half-elf was following us. Devlin snuck back to talk with him, they started argueing, and then the fool was yelling about bandits. I came back to take a look, and then devlin steps out to talk to him. That half-elf idiot tried to run him over with his horse, so i tried to shoot the fool, then he ran off. is that not weird?

 

[Jdvn1]

Farid laughs, "Hah! Must've been something wrong with him. You never know about those Half-Elves sometimes. And you are...?"