The Canterbury Tales- Chapter 4: Dead Drunk

[Voda Vosa]

Krindorf strides forward, seeing his compatriots gathered around a table. "Well met brothers, It has been a long time since I saw people of my kin around. You lot are a pleasent sight!" he says in his native tongue.

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric stays next to Francis observing the crowd in the underground tavern, mistaking the man's smile for being friendly he remarks, "Looks like a fun place. The stuffy knight is conversing with the Professor and the viking is off to meet with his countrymen. That leaves you and me. What do you prefer for entertainment?"

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Borric Hawkins

 

[ethandrew]

Francis looks back at the man with his eyebrows cocked in mock surprise, "You mean other than wenches and violence? Well, there's not much left after that, is there?" He takes an overlarge drink of his beverage, filling his cheeks like a squirrel, before he swallows it with a playful grin.

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric, with an arched eyebrow, replies, "Eh? Well, there's good food, games of chance, bawdy songs... And most importantly, we must not forget good drink!" To emphasize his point, he takes a hearty swallow from his mug.

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Borric Hawkins

 

[Dragonwriter]

Duncan accompanies the others into the underground bar. He's a little surprised to see it, well, underground. "Odd place for a tavern," he mumbles, not noticing the strange fact of Borric and Francis forgetting the person still standing right next to them. He takes the drink Borric offered and takes a sip, going to sit near the Professor. But not quite with the odd little man...

As he drinks, he makes a little grimace. "Doesn't hold a candle to my granddad's booze," he says quietly, chuckling.

 

[HolyMan]

Lost in thought the Professor starts as he hears Duncan speak. "Hmm.. what? Oh," he says taking his mug for the first time and taking a drink.

"Egads! But that is bad! I have tasted better piss water mixtures for experiments." the Professor says putting the mug down and pushing it away from him.

"Can we get anything else to drink in here?" he asks.

[sblock=OOC] Thanks DW I don't think I like playing the "lost in thought" types as I have to wait for them to be kicked in the butt before I can post. LOL I was going to respond to perrinmiller's post and say something about "Remember what happen the last time you played a bawdy tune." but didn't seem like they were close enough, to "wake him up " LOL [/sblock]

 

[ethandrew]

Francis looks at the tall man for a second, then decides to finish the rest of his drink without putting it down, ordering another. "If that's our plan, then I should get drunk immediately," Francis says, and quaffs his second drink as soon as it's handed to him.

 

[perrinmiller]

Borric smiles and drains his mug too, "Here now, let's order some wine and do this right. So tell me a little bit about yourself while we are drinking and being friendly. I spent most of my time before the dreaming thing in another part of the caravan so I cannot rightly say I know ye." He orders a bottle for him and Francis. While waiting he begins strumming a few chords on his mandolin and humming a little tune. From the sound of it, he is getting warmed up for another one of his limericks.

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Borric Hawkins

 

[Deuce Traveler]

The lady smiled sweetly at Borric and answered in a heavily-accented English, "Your Arabic is good, but my English is not so bad either. Please have a seat and I'll bring you our Harvest Special. My name is Ophilia." She said the last with a wink and a bright smile, before going about to fill the order.

Krindorf takes the table of fellow Norsemen by surprise, until he begins to chat in their own language. They look wary at first, not knowing if he comes from a rival tribe, but after a moment the realization settles in that clan-allegiance means little so far from home. "Welcome then, brother. Would you like to sit and join our wager? May I ask what is your name?"

As the drinks finally arrive, Alwyn Bancroft enters the bar. It looks as if he left the caravan to follow his companions here.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Aye comrade, I'm Krindorf the Red, spiritual guide o' my people. I travel in a caravan, and we were stpping by this town." Krindorf takes a seat. "Tell me, have you any news about the north? I've been out for so long..."