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

[Rystil Arden]

"Ah, so the dwarves are willing to teach their magic of metalworking to outsiders? That is quite generous of them! I've never really met a dwarf, but," she lowers her voice, "I've heard they're somewhat surly and churlish."

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton glances at Lasair and then looks back at Artemis. "Artemis, tell us about your Dwarven friend. What caused his generosity?"

 

[Animus]

"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?"

"Bah, a Dwarven dance is the swinging of his axe! That's what we do," he says. "Anyways, do you be wantin' a drink? This is some good stuff. Hey wench, some more ale!" And he continues his game of stones, which looks like dice, except they're made of stone.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Ah! As I thought. The 'dance' term in the Dance of the Great Orc-Killer is merely a diffuse euphemism for the surging roar of a battle between the mighty dwarven hero, armed with his sturdy axe, and the fearsome orcish horde."

"As for the drink, I am curious as to what is served at inns here in Orussus. I somehow doubt that it tastes like that to which I am used, and it is probably a weaker proof, but it may be delicious nonetheless!"

 

[Jdvn1]

"They have a wide variety of spirits here -- you may have whatever you choose. The common drink, though, is a basic ale. Not fancy, but still good for the intent."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmm...have you ever had Luqai? Do you know what's closest to that?"

 

[Jdvn1]

"I have not tried Luqai," Anton shakes his head, "But Joe can provide you with any spirit you ask for. He may have to go to the back to look for the more rare drinks, but he is well stocked here."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Hmmm....I wonder..." Lasair wanders over to Joe and softly asks for him for a drink. The bartender scratches his head in thought and then finally shakes his head, then asks her to describe her beverage of choice. As an experienced bartender, Joe takes her description and matches her up with a pint of strong elven firewine, which Lasair takes graciously and brings back to the table.

"Oh dear, I hope this isn't expensive!" she says, as she takes a sip, "Hmm...its somewhat mild, and this red colour is different than anything I'm used to, but all-in-all it has a good bouquet. Bottoms up!"

 

[ajanders]

Enter Michaell

The door to the inn swings open as a man steps through it and closes it carefully behind him.
Metal rasps and clatters under his gray poncho as he pigeon-toes his way towards the bar. The shield on his back bumps against his bedroll as he orders and recieves a leather jack of mead.
Turning towards the group, he picks his way between the chairs and tables towards them, humming something mostly tuneless under his breath. As he comes towards the group, he is preceded by his nose, which is large and lumpy. As he comes closer, his eyes are the next prominent feature, large, gray with light flecks, and resting on each of you in turn, meeting your gaze openly.
As he reaches the table, you see his poncho is closed with a steel toggle in which is set a stone cabochon that looks remarkably like his eyes.
He smiles down at the group and raises his mug in salute.
"Good evening all! My name is Michael. May I pull up a chair?"

 

[Jdvn1]

Anton looks up at the man as he enters and tips his hat. "Yes, of course you may to sit. Welcome -- I am Anton."