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Message: <blockquote data-quote="der_kluge" data-source="post: 2523574" data-attributes="member: 945">With my bath taken care of, I headed back to the Bag of Nails where I enjoyed a simple meal. Dugan's no world-class chef, but he's not too shabby, given what he has to work with. I suppose I can't complain in my state, though I am certainly used to far better. My parents have a chef named Guillome. Oh how I miss Guillome's delicate fruit pastries. They were just divine. Oh well.So, after dinner, I stayed in the common room. There were always people coming and going from this room, mostly sailors who had just docked. There were some curious folks, though. A couple of elves came in, and a dwarf. Perhaps these were the adventurers Dugan spoke of? Then I saw Dugan waving down the dwarf and talking to him. During the conversation, he pointed at me, at which point I knew it had to either be someone looking for me, or these were the sellswords. My dad never had any dealings with dwarves, so I decided the first scenario wasn't likely. I got up, and walked over to them.Dugan introduced me. "Thomas", he said, "this is Brundle, he's an elementalist Dwarf from the northern mountains, a follower of Kaz Grimmle", I just stopped short of bowing slightly, and extended my hand. "Thomas", I said. I didn't want to admit that I didn't understand most of what Dugan said. I'd never met a dwarf. I'd only ever seen a handful of them, and they were a curiosity. They didn't tend to make it to Hampton's Gate very often. I'd heard they were kind of untrustworthy, but I didn't have any firsthand experience with that."You're just a boy.", Brundle said."I get that a lot. I'm 15", I retorted back."Are you looking for fame and adventure, young Thomas?", Brundle asked. I admitted I did not know what I was searching for. At this point, I just wanted some income. Brundle couldn't help commenting on the rapier on my back. "Yes, I think you'll find I'm very skilled with the sword. I'm trained in the Assydian two-weapon style, and have been taught by some of the finest swordsmen in Innaesfaren.""Are you familiar with the Shrines of Dol Nuardeth?", the dwarf asked. "No", I admitted. The dwarf explained that they were investigating some old shrines far to the south of the city, and that they had encountered some skeletons and trollkins there, and had come back to town to resupply and maybe pick up another mercenary to assist them. He asked me if I was up to the challenge. "I think so. I've never fought skeletons or these trollkins as you say, but if they bleed, I'm sure I can kill it."The dwarf looked serious, and replied, "Skeletons don't bleed." Oh, I thought I was going to die. I was just sure he didn't want me traveling with them at this point. I've got to think about what I'm going to say!"I'll want to introduce you to everyone. If everyone is in agreement, you can travel with us. We're leaving first thing in the morning."Brundle exited upstairs, and over the course of the evening, introduced me to everyone in his group.I met Korhil - an elven fighter. I greeted him in the tongue of the sidhe, and I think he was a bit taken aback that I spoke his language. Another elf - a ranger named Syng'l (with a soft g), seemed quite pleased that I spoke his tongue, and his face brightened up a bit when I spoke it. I also met Ian. Ian was a human from Avondale, and wielded an Avondale longbow. I'd heard of the Avondale longbow. They are unique to his kingdom, and are considered some of the finest bows in the land. I'd never actually seen one, and to have one and not be from Avondale is a crime against the king. He carried his around quite proudly, as well he should. He seemed like a very well traveled, very knowledgable man. He knew far more about Innaesfaren than I had expected him to. Later on in the evening, I met the final member, a mage of the order, no less. My father had some dealings with wizards in the past, but I'd never really met one so informally. His name was Albrecht Holzbog, and he wore the medallion identifying his order around his neck. He seemed a nice enough fellow, although I could smell a hint of whiskey on his breath. Perhaps being a wizard is a stressful job. Well, who am I to judge.These guys all seemed very rugged, and serious, although Ian could crack a joke once in a while. We'll see if I can hold up to their expectations in the morning.</blockquote>

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