A smelly little goblin darts through the door and sticks a note to the wall with a steak knife.
"Rawble-rawble." He mumbles before turning and leaving.
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A portly barreled chest young man dressed in traditional Tien traveling garb enters the tavern and walks towards the barkeep. He is obviously not of the same stock as the normal Tien men; instead, a heavy build with light blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He reverently places his katana on the counter, then with a joyous and humble bellow, he introduces himself, "Hello - I am Barley, of clan Sokaei. My master, Pinché, have sent me from far to seek adventure. Might there be others here with kindred interest?"
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The door bursts open and in walks a thickly-built man reaching middle-age, as evidenced by the grey encroaching on his otherwise pitch-black head of hair at the temples.
He's followed by a wolf, an imposing creature - his head hanging low and his tongue lolling out the side.
The wolf's owner steps up to the bar. "A whiskey - a whole bottle, and some milk," he orders, setting a couple of gold pieces down. "Oh, and a bowl." When the items are produced, the man gathers them up and heads to the quietest spot in the place. He sits down solidly in a chair and sets the bowl on the ground. He unstops the cork of the whiskey bottle and pours about half it's contents into the bowl.
"There ya go, Sahrek. You enjoy it!" The man then takes the bottle of milk and holds it up. "If'n any of you know a paladin by the name of Omrax the Bold, you can tell him that ol' Desmond Aesculus is finally off the wagon. Or is it on the wagon... Well, whatever. I quit drinkin' alcohol. That should make him happy!"
With that, Desmond chugs the bottle of milk, announcing his achievement with a loud belch.
"Anyone got work for a fella like me?"
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A rotund dwarf arrives after awhile, looking like he has been thru hell.
"Barkeep, I need a tankard of stout...better make that two. I didn't think I was gonna make it back alive. That was too close I tell ya!. "
He pays for his drink and plops his large frame onto an unsuspecting chair, lets out a sigh and proceeds to chug both tankards dry.
He shouts to Desmond.
"Ain't seen no paladins around here thank goodness. And I am staying on the wagon...at least until my next job, harrhhhr! . " the dwarf laughs at his own joke.
"I got a couple of new recruits looking for a mission."
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A ragged dwarf with a crooked nose and long vertical scar on his left eyes hobbles to a chair. His auburn Mohawk is caked in dirt and dry blood and anyone within 10 feet can smell his unpleasant body odor.
"Drink first. Bathe later." He says to himself as much as anyone nearby.
An proud and magnificent eagle swoops through the entrance and perches on the bar stool wearing a small suit of chainshirt. He pecks some of the dwarf's ale.
Adaxis quickly covers his ale with his clawed hands and spreads some dried fruit and seeds on the table.
"Eat up boy. I know your thirsty, but this will make your head woozy. Can I get some fresh water for Mousebane?"