Dalvach enters the tavern looking very confused...
The hustle and bustle of the city coupled with the confusing letter left to him by his friend, Daegaul, has left him incredibly flustered.
"What was the name of the place we were s'pposed to meet? Tunnel Tatters? Dragon Spire? Drac..Dranog Spit? No, that's not right, why didn't I write it down? Bloody elves and their games. He knows I hate his riddles. Ach, only tavern around here I've seen."
Dalvach is very aware of the casual glances his way, especially the lingering ones, even though he pretends not to notice them. He scans the tavern as quickly as his stocky frame allows him to squeeze by the other patrons, searching for his half-elven compatriot. He was always first to arrive, lest the military would have his ears. Ah there he is! Dalvach spots the clean-shaven, dark-haired half-elf and greets him warmly.
"Oi, how long ye been waiting Yoos?"
The hustle and bustle of the city coupled with the confusing letter left to him by his friend, Daegaul, has left him incredibly flustered.
"What was the name of the place we were s'pposed to meet? Tunnel Tatters? Dragon Spire? Drac..Dranog Spit? No, that's not right, why didn't I write it down? Bloody elves and their games. He knows I hate his riddles. Ach, only tavern around here I've seen."
Dalvach is very aware of the casual glances his way, especially the lingering ones, even though he pretends not to notice them. He scans the tavern as quickly as his stocky frame allows him to squeeze by the other patrons, searching for his half-elven compatriot. He was always first to arrive, lest the military would have his ears. Ah there he is! Dalvach spots the clean-shaven, dark-haired half-elf and greets him warmly.
"Oi, how long ye been waiting Yoos?"