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

[Jdvn1]

"It was a valuable and personal heirloom of his family. Much sentimental value. The people of his land, as I understand, are not treated badly. There is no cause for concern of the people."

Anton then smiles at Lasair's next remark and leans in, "It is a cultural music. Dwarven ale is a different flavor from other ales -- such is also true with their musics. They sing of proud men and heroic deeds -- their songs are only meant to impress other Dwarves, I think. Their crafting skills are unsurpassed by any others, though. Any weapon or building, even, made with Dwarven expertise is not to scoff at. With time, maybe they will grow on you."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Curious. Why does he not then tout his people's craftmanship as their forte? Such a profession has much honour, and they must be fabulously wealthy to own so much iron, and this...adamantine of which I hear from folks in stories. From what I've seen, though, I would take Artemis's kin for the craftsmen. Shows that I still have much to learn, and that appearances are not always truth. Sorrowfully, at this point in my training, I can only read appearances..."

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton glances at the dwarf and then looks back at Lasair, smiling. "I think... he just likes to sing. I believe that Artemis is indeed learning the craft of armor, though."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ah, so it is subjective pride in his passtime that motivates his boasts. Most understandable, and an exercise in independence that should be encouraged!" Lasair says to Anton.

"Your dwarven music is quite fascinating, sir dwarf." Lasair calls out to the dwarf who had not given his name, "It speaks strongly of the noble culture of your most-skilled people!"

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton grins, "Much of Dwarven culture is based on pride. Be careful to never tell them it is unfounded."

He turns to the dwarf as well, "Yes, yes! What is the name of your tune?"

 

[azmodean]

A'jardin enters the common room from the direction of the personal quarters, stretching and seemingly tired, but with a happy look on his face. A rather intense undertaking, but rewarding all the same... Greetings all. I hope I wasn't taken for a churl yesterday as I hurried off, but something just seemed to fall into place, and I had to rush off and get some work done. Ahem, and concerning that, if anyone feels the need for simple arcane magic ensorcelled to paper, I can take commissions. A'jardin takes a seat, with an almost arrogant air about him.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Sands of time! Its already been a day?" Lasair exclaims in surprise, "I had meant to only stay here for the night, and it has seemed like only a few minutes since I entered the inn. What magics are at work here, distorting the Chronii?"

 

[Animus]

Dagummit Mc Cracken

Dagummit declares, "My tune be called, 'Dance of the Great Orc Killer,' and you'd do good to remember it. 'Tis a fine tune indeed, or my name be not Dagummit Mc Cracken of Clan Blondain."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Intriguing! How does the dance part of the Dance of the Great Orc Killer go, messire Cracken? Are there great sweeping warlike motions, indicating a heroic battle between the noble dwarves and the bestial orcs?"

 

[Tassadar]

Anton glances at the dwarf and then looks back at Lasair, smiling. "I think... he just likes to sing. I believe that Artemis is indeed learning the craft of armor, though."

Artemis looks up as he hears his name. "Yes, I have, for many years studied the craft of armor from a very close dwarven friend of mine. He let me even work on mithral. That was quite possibly the happiest moment of my life so far." You see a little twinkle in his eye as he mentioned his dwarven friend, and then Artemis looks back down at his armor, continuing his fixing and polishing.