Aura
Explorer
Grog the Bartender
Leaning in and listening to Wilmorn's question intently, Grog nods in agreement, "Ya, I think so. He be looking', you be looking," he points out into the bar, identifying other patrons, "Her… and him… dey be comin' outta da woodwork now, I say!" He pats the ranger on the shoulder, "I get ya dat drink." With that, he turns to refill the mug and by the time he comes back, much has happened. Seeing the latest addition to the Inn's clientele, he drops the drink off with him and moves on to service her request.
"Whiskey?" he questions the bespeckled tiefling. "Rotgut if I ere did say, but no worse dan lotta others. Be rite dere." The newcomer's drink comes out of a bottle rather than a barrel; amber liquid flowing into a small glass. Carefully walking it out to her, his big, meaty hands gingerly serve up the small glass.
Leaning in and listening to Wilmorn's question intently, Grog nods in agreement, "Ya, I think so. He be looking', you be looking," he points out into the bar, identifying other patrons, "Her… and him… dey be comin' outta da woodwork now, I say!" He pats the ranger on the shoulder, "I get ya dat drink." With that, he turns to refill the mug and by the time he comes back, much has happened. Seeing the latest addition to the Inn's clientele, he drops the drink off with him and moves on to service her request.
"Whiskey?" he questions the bespeckled tiefling. "Rotgut if I ere did say, but no worse dan lotta others. Be rite dere." The newcomer's drink comes out of a bottle rather than a barrel; amber liquid flowing into a small glass. Carefully walking it out to her, his big, meaty hands gingerly serve up the small glass.