Festulax guffaws. . Don't know what you expect dwarf. It's a cider housem nthats all your gonna find.
Festulax guffaws. . Don't know what you expect dwarf. It's a cider housem nthats all your gonna find.
Festulax guffaws. . Don't know what you expect dwarf. It's a cider housem nthats all your gonna find.
Nic shakes his head back and forth in disgust. "You think all you git at an alehouse is ale? They tend t'have whiskeys and hard spirits too." He lectures. "But alright, alright...Cider it is."
"Alright then, lets get this show on the round - wouldn't mind a drink myself" - Reknar nods back at Nic, as they move inside.
Nic will make his way towards the Ciderhouse. Assuming the party makes it there without being accosted Nic enters the pub. Inside the establishment he leads the way to the bar, he is clearly comfortable in the setting. He chuckles to himself as he recalls how joined this group. Locked in box when I drank too much.
After going through the routine over a good 20 minutes or so you are told
If it's flat then ya gotta bring up your own keg! Head on down to the basement and sort it out!
The barkeep gestures behind the counter
Nic scoots in behind Thorin, letting the Candyman do his thing.
Reknar finishes his cider, and tags along - "You lads are going to get me killed" - he grumbles.
Reknar finishes his cider, and tags along - "You lads are going to get me killed" - he grumbles.
"If death wasn't near this wouldn't be fun."
When you all get down stairs, Festulax gestures to the far wall.
If anyone is here, they will be in the room on the other side of that wall. If you look close you will find the trigger to open it behind that barrel in the far corner.
Thorin hits the trigger and the door swings open. Inside there are several men and women, playing cards, and drinking. They all look up...What the...?
All are rough and tumble looking types, everyone is in the 4-7 range. Several weapons scattered about
No one moves, you can cut the confusion with a knife...
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" No really deal me in, You can call me the candy man. Anyone want some Sour orc balls or Blueberry Chocodrops? "
He moved forward and looked for an empty seat to sit at preferably nearer a 7 than a 4.
"Well hello there gorgeous, I ought to dip your finger in my candy mixes you look so sweet."
He added with a wink like nothing at all in the world was wrong.
Nic scans the room and thinks to himself. He's smooth. The cleric gives a simple nod to the nearest guy. Nic is waiting to see how the crowd reacts. "Can I git a cider?"
put your coin on the table...and shut up. . The 7 looks at Candy boy . I would rather stick my finger in a dragons mouth.
Another man looks at Nic we'll pick a keg then. And tell us what you're doing here. We've never seen you before.
Thoron make some gambling rolls
Nic swills down his first cider. "BLLLLLEACH...that was guud...lets git a couple more." He tosses a couple gold coins down on the bar.
Reknar does the silent bodyguard routine, and keeps watch over his companions.
Nic pulls out a fresh cigar and bites down on the end. "What one?" He asks the bartender. then he proceeds to take out tinder and flint and strikes it. He puffs out several rings of smoke.