[Tavern Thread] The Dunn Wright Inn

[skydreamz]

Jaggo

A tall man enters the room, then pauses to look around the bar. "Hmph," he groans as he continues to walk.

Looking at his skin colour and facial features, one would think that he's an orc. Clad in studded leather with a sword and a pair of javelins on his back, his outfit seems rather plain.

Sitting on the bar stool, he speaks,"Bart'nder! Booze!"

 

[Aura]

Grog the Bartender
With an impatient voice demanding booze, the bartender turns to make an assessment. Looking over the newcomer, a smirk crosses Grog's toothy visage. "Hold yer face, I'm com'in." Stepping closer, the barkeep's significant size (almost a half foot taller than the newcomer) and orcish heritage become more obvious. He leans forward, his heavily muscled, and scarred, arm resting on the bar, and almost politely inquires, "Wat it be? Ale, mead, wine, da gud stuff? Pick yer poison!"

 

[skydreamz]

Jaggo

Jaggo is kinda perplexed when he sees someone bigger than him. A bit intimidated, but when the bartender's come closer and his orcish features become obvious, Jaggo feels relieved.

"Hrm," a shade of smile grows on Jaggo's face. "Ale," he says, as he rests both his arms on the bar, too.

 

[Aura]

Grog the Bartender
"Ale it is," Grog concurs, and draws a frothy mug from a large cask before sliding it in front of his newest patron. A little slops over the side, streaming down the side of the mug and pooling on the bar top. "Dat's better than orc piss…" he pauses to think, "a little. Drink up!"

 

[Anastrace]

Leira Olren

A tall muscular woman enters the bar, looking at a small paper in her hand."Dunn Wright Inn, Venza. This is it alright." She says to herself.

Knocking the dirt from her armor she sits down at a table near the bar. She flags down the barmaid, "Ma'am, I'd like some wine if it isn't too much trouble."

Taking a quick moment, Leira lowers her head and utters a prayer to Amenthia for guiding her here. She then relaxes in her chair taking in the goings on in the room.

 

[Aura]

Grog the Bartender
A hulking man of obvious orcish descent works the bar as the newest customer of the Dunn Wright Inn enters. He seems to be somewhat preoccupied with some book, but he lowers it just enough to see the woman sit at one of the tables. Looking over his shoulder, a shadowed figure does something in the background. Reaching as far over the bar as he can with his big, meaty hand, he grasps in a futile gesture in the direction of the newcomer, barely covering a fraction of the distance it would take to hand her a drink from the bar, and coughs loudly and obviously.




Marla the Barmaid
Stirred from whatever she was doing by the bartender's signal, the barmaid walks behind him as she heads out to the floor, punching him in the shoulder with a dull thud on the way by. "Drama queen," she comments. The big man just shrugs and sets the book down, picking up a damp cloth and wiping the bar down.

Walking to Leira's table briskly, she woman fiddles with her hair, as if a practiced nervous habit. However, her short mop does not cover up the two small protrusions… horns. Finally at the table, she smiles with the kind of smile that is both gracious and tired and introduces herself, "I'm Marla. The guy at the bar practicing for his debut performance at the playhouse is Grog. What will you be having?"

 

[Anastrace]

Leira Olren

Realizing she probably hadn't been heard over the conversation between the others Leira looks up at Marla, smiles and says "Wine, please. It's been a long journey from Tritower."

 

[Aura]

Marla the Barmaid
The barmaid nods in acknowledgement of Leira's request, "Sure, one glass of house wine, coming up," she turns to fill the request, talking across the rather quiet establishment as she does. "Most common Venzan wines, like the house wine we stock, are half decent, thanks to the rather successful vineyards in and around the city. Doesn't do much for the ale and mead crowd, but if you want a decent wine without breaking the bank, Venza is the place. Same quality, sometimes literally the same thing, costs quite a bit more other places."

Having poured a flute of rich red liquid for the new customer, Marla returns. "So you're from Tritower? How's the wild and wooly edge of civilization?" She sets the drink before Leira with a gentle *tup* as glass touches down on the wooden tabletop. "We're a little low on wildlife tonight, but who knows, the night is still young; anything could happen."

 

[skydreamz]

Jaggo

"Orc piss... funny" Jaggo said, before drinking the ale. Gulp gulp.

"fwahh.."

"So I heard, tis the place it all begin. Adventures! That true?" He asks the bartender.

 

[Aura]

Grog the Bartender
Seemingly out of drama mode, Grog turns his attention Jaggo, who has been working on a his drink. "Adventure? Hmph, sorta," he starts. Clarifying the topic, he continues, "Many come here to hire guys wit… ya know… skills. I seen mages, holy men, law men, artists, common folk… spies. All need hired help, dey come here. Dinno how we got to be 'da place', but we is."

Lifting things up off the bar and wiping under, then setting them back down, the big man observes, "Startin' to pick up. Dat good."