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Message: <blockquote data-quote="howandwhy99" data-source="post: 2740767" data-attributes="member: 3192">Dram was caught up in amusement, but he was also low on coin – unlike his stingy friend Dalin who was upstairs for the second time.  Trying to make the best of the situation he decided to ask about his missing brother.  Someone had heard a Gil Hammersmith had been sold into slavery, but it was old news to Dram.  Darius finally came down the stairs and strutted around the common room with a big smile on his face.  He was in high spirits.  The madam was nowhere to be seen.  “Who wants to join me in a drinking contest!” he called out.  After a minute two tipsy men stepped forward.  A woman brought each a large stein of ale, which Darius dutifully paid for.  He took several gulps and looked at the other two men.  They were chugging as fast as they could.  “Hey! I thought were drinking to see who could stay sober the longest!”    All the locals started laughing.  The two men beat him handily. “No one can get a dwarf drunk!” said the winner.  Across town Diedre and Kayla finally located the other inn.  It was run down and had all its rooms in separate cottages in a row behind it.  The main building looked like a small and very dirty converted barn. The inside was no better.  A small group of grubby men sitting around a table stared at the two women.  She asked about the skinny man who was rumored to stop by in the night.  The man laughed menacingly.  They said they had beat him every night and hoped he would come back on this one.  After a few minutes Kayla managed to barter a single cottage for the evening.  Walking around to the back of the barn they noticed strange scrawling all over the rear wall.  Dram was getting frustrated watching Dalin and Pax have all the fun while he sat being teased.  Spotting the dwarven madam coming back downstairs he asked to meet with the owner.  Dizzily she led him out a rear kitchen door and into a walled backyard.  A tall shack stood on one side and an enormous misshapen man stood before it.  The creature looked at least nine feet tall to him and probably a half-ogre.  Dram introduced himself.  He learned the half-ogre was named Grog and was rather friendly.  They started talking about how he had retired from adventuring and now enjoyed the good life at his ‘inn’.  “Gerda help with girls and food and beer.” Grog boomed.  “Grog make sure nothing bad happen.”  Dram could certainly imagine.<img src="http://www.geocities.com/dbedell2002/grog.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />After awhile Dram introduced Grog to his friends inside the brothel.  In short time it became apparent Grog was a little slow and knew nothing about the REAL business of his ‘inn’.  The team did learn a Gar the Giant was busy hiring people to work for him.  The giants normally lived in the mountains to the east.  But Gar was working in the forest to the north as well.   Grog said he had heard some adventurers had discovered the lost tomb of Zelligar and he guessed that was what Gar was after.  Darius, Dram and the others put two and two together.  Gar was the giant who had attacked Xavier.  Afternoon had passed it was getting dark when Ben finally retrieved his special project: a carved wooden ring looped inside a braided twine necklace.  It fit perfectly over his head and he stashed it in his pouch.  Ormond the Redd had long ago gone to find the women and the second inn.  When the rest of the party stumbled out of the Welcome Wench he helped them to the room Kayla and Diedre secured. The two had cleaning the entire cottage and were a little upset to see the men enter.  Darius convinced Kayla it was safer to stay in one cabin than to split.  The prices were much higher in Kusner than in the north too. Everyone laid out beds for the night and Ormand took first watch.</blockquote>

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