Ezra hobbled over to a stool setting his bag and walking stick down by his side, and began to observe the other applicants with a wary eye. This was not his first visit to Andoran, but as a Chelaxian, he was always nervous when around these people. Opening his journal, he scribbled down a few notes about what he observed about the town thus far, his silk gloves chaffing against his burned hands. Fidgeting at the pain, he reached into his bag and pulled out a small, green looking leaf, and quickly put it in his mouth, swallowing it with a grimace. It wasn't the best tasting thing in the world, but it helped the pain for a while.
Ordering a drink, Ezra continued writing notes, staying noticeably away from the other people. Once the bartender returned, he took a quick sip, and opened his book of letters to started studying up on the town. If he was going to convince the mayor of the benefits of doing business with the Aspis Consortium, he had to freshen up a bit on the people in this area.
Ezra likely is pulled from his notes by a burst of laughter from a table in the corner where a bit of dicing is happening.
...and that is when I launched into a vibrant description of the HUGE mistake that this oversized brute had made when selecting his wardrobe before going on "highwaymanning." Then I gently suggested that perhaps if his partner truly had his back he would have let him know that no on dresses like that anymore. I swear you could see the hamter trying to turn the wheel in his head then he suddenly turned and slammed the club into his partners head, and that is how I made my escape! The laughter explodes again.
The speaker is a well dressed human, with a whip at his side, and a goblet of wine in his hand.
Ezra likely is pulled from his notes by a burst of laughter from a table in the corner where a bit of dicing is happening.
...and that is when I launched into a vibrant description of the HUGE mistake that this oversized brute had made when selecting his wardrobe before going on "highwaymanning." Then I gently suggested that perhaps if his partner truly had his back he would have let him know that no on dresses like that anymore. I swear you could see the hamter trying to turn the wheel in his head then he suddenly turned and slammed the club into his partners head, and that is how I made my escape! The laughter explodes again.
The speaker is a well dressed human, with a whip at his side, and a goblet of wine in his hand.
Ezra indeed looks up, startled by the sudden burst of noise. He looked at the man who seemed to be telling the story, to his notes, and then back to the man with a sigh. He supposed that if he was going to be in this town, he ought to get to know the potential applicants to the guild as well. If any were accepted, he would have to get to know them anyway: the Consortium also wanted Ezra to convince the guild to join up with the larger organization.
Grabbing his walking stick, he lifted himself up, careful not to put any pressure on his broken leg. The injury was unusual; the attack happened months ago and not even the best priests and clerics could seem to heal him. Slowly making his way to the storyteller, Ezra bowed. "That sounds like a fantastic story! Truly, the guild would be pleased to have someone with a silver tongue like your own."
Well, perhaps I have a knack for story telling, but some stories write themselves, this happened to be one of them.
He slides out a chair with his foot for the broken man.
So what's your story? I am guessing that leg hides a good story, that is unless you were that brutes partner... He says with a smile, but perhaps he is not completely joking.
Well, perhaps I have a knack for story telling, but some stories write themselves, this happened to be one of them.
He slides out a chair with his foot for the broken man.
So what's your story? I am guessing that leg hides a good story, that is unless you were that brutes partner... He says with a smile, but perhaps he is not completely joking.
Ezra nods gratefully and takes a seat. "To be honest you are the first person to ask me about it directly. Most people feel pity rather than curiosity. He shakes his head. "Curiosity I can deal with, but pity tends to annoy me. I may be a cripple, but people don't have to constantly treat me like one."
He takes another leaf out and quickly eats it. "I was attacked by some thugs back home in Cheliax. I don't know who did it or why... Hell, I can't even remember much about the night itself. I came home after a long day at work, and they were already there, about seven altogether. They had knocked out and tied up my slaves, and..." Ezra's voice trailed off. "And well, they left me with the leg, and these." He removes his silk gloves to reveal that the skin on his hands and arms are terribly burned and shriveled. "Thankfully they didn't take my tongue as well. Speaking and diplomacy is all I'm good for, so without that, I'm nothing."
K'leckemaki grins broadly as he enters the tavern, surveying its other occupants with interest. He stands well over 6 feet tall, tan skin stretched tightly over his well-muscled frame. His coppery hair hangs free, coming down to his shoulders. He comes in just in time to hear the tail end of some story.
He strides over to the group of talking people, waving over a barmaid to bring them drinks as he does so. "Must not have been very good bandits. Otherwise no need to do this thing." He indicates the wounds.
He pulls over a chair and sits down. When his drink arrives he takes a large gulp, almost finishing the entire thing. "Ahhh. But where manners? You can call me K'leck. I am from nearby mountain tribe, come to see what you lowlanders have to offer." He grins as he gives the bard a hearty slap on the back.
K'leckemaki grins broadly as he enters the tavern, surveying its other occupants with interest. He stands well over 6 feet tall, tan skin stretched tightly over his well-muscled frame. His coppery hair hangs free, coming down to his shoulders. He comes in just in time to hear the tail end of some story.
He strides over to the group of talking people, waving over a barmaid to bring them drinks as he does so. "Must not have been very good bandits. Otherwise no need to do this thing." He indicates the wounds.
He pulls over a chair and sits down. When his drink arrives he takes a large gulp, almost finishing the entire thing. "Ahhh. But where manners? You can call me K'leck. I am from nearby mountain tribe, come to see what you lowlanders have to offer." He grins as he gives the bard a hearty slap on the back.
Ezra quickly pulls on his gloves and nods. Hello K'leck." He looked at the brick of the man the man who sat next to him and gulped. "Asmodeus help me you are a big man. Certainly makes me glad that I'm just a diplomat, and don't have to get into an altercation with warriors like yourselves." Ezra chuckles nervously. "If this guild runs into any trouble, I'll be sure to hide behind you. Mercenary types are great stalwart defenders." Noticing a spider in his drink, Ezra quickly cast prestidigitation as to scoop it out.
You know there is this thing called magic that could have healed you...you aren't a slaver are you? He says, immediately wrinkling his nose at the idea.
Couldn't say there is much to offer, but there might be some work here. If that means anything.
You know there is this thing called magic that could have healed you...you aren't a slaver are you? He says, immediately wrinkling his nose at the idea.
Couldn't say there is much to offer, but there might be some work here. If that means anything.
Ezra turns to the bard, shaking his head. "If only magic could heal me. The best Clerics in all of Cheliax couldn't heal these wounds. I spent thousands of gold trying to get myself fixed... which left me mostly bankrupt." He raises an eyebrow at the 'slaver' comment. "I own two slaves. I inherited both of them from my father and I treat them as well as my own family. If you were visit Cheliax, you'd learn that the Hell Knights themselves do not enjoy overly cruel slavers. The slaves may be property, but they are people too. The Order of the Chain take to punishing those who waste or exploit a slave's life as well as returning slaves to their owners... the Chain works both ways. But that's not important. I left mine back in Cheliax, and they have my home to themselves, free to do whatever they'd like."
So you would have no issue if I were to own you? I mean as long as I fed you and clothes you and gave you a nice pillow?
So you would have no issue if I were to own you? I mean as long as I fed you and clothes you and gave you a nice pillow?
Ezra nods. "If that were the position the Lord Asmodeus were to put me in, I would gladly serve out my life as a slave."
K'leck grins at Ezra's comment about his size. "I eat well. Grow big and strong." He finishes his drink, waving for another. "You should get refund. If leg is not healed, then Clerics not do their job, yes?"
K'leck grins at the bard. "Throw in beer that is not this watery stuff, and I would be tempted to be your slave." He pauses. "But first must see what new knowledge I can bring back to village."
So you are a slaver only because your God wills it?
At K'Leck
That is why I stick to wine my friend, also ladies are much more likely to join you in a wine than a beer, at least the kind of ladies that you want to spend time with. As to his leg, there are many possibilities in the world of Magic and Gods.
K'leck grins at Ezra's comment about his size. "I eat well. Grow big and strong." He finishes his drink, waving for another. "You should get refund. If leg is not healed, then Clerics not do their job, yes?"
K'leck grins at the bard. "Throw in beer that is not this watery stuff, and I would be tempted to be your slave." He pauses. "But first must see what new knowledge I can bring back to village."
"I own slaves because I inherited them... and yes, because Asomdeus willed it. My service to him, is the only reason I am alive after all."
Ezra turns to K'leck. "What sort of knowledge are you seeking? I do not know much abut worldly matters, but I AM a polygot. I can help you learn different languages if you wish. Or perhaps a bit about conversation? Diplomacy? Lying?"
So you are a slaver only because your God wills it?
At K'Leck
That is why I stick to wine my friend, also ladies are much more likely to join you in a wine than a beer, at least the kind of ladies that you want to spend time with. As to his leg, there are many possibilities in the world of Magic and Gods.
"But please, tell me more about yourself. A man such as yourself should have plenty of interesting stories to tell!"
Ezra tries to shift the focus off his slaves... he is a Chelaxian in Andoran after all.
So it appears my disagreement is not with you then. he says still frowning at the slaving idea. He does interestingly enough look a bit pale but he seems to be able to fight it down.
Can't argue now. If I have to work with him I can take it up later. I need this job.
Diplomacy, Lying, sounds like storytelling to me. Come K'Leck tell us a story.
He drains his goblet and refills his wine, trying to dull his senses before the headache comes on in full
K'leck gives the bard a hopeful look. "Wine is stronger type of beer?" He waves for a wine to try.
He nods his head. "Is not bad, this thing. At least is less like water." He continues to thoughtfully sip at the strange, fruity beverage.
"Village elders were not clear on what they wanted me to bring back. Perhaps the tactics of lowlander combat, I think. Diplomacy and lying are not for fourth son."
He also turns to the bard. "But yes. He is here because of bankruptcy, but why are you here?"
Shall we say not everyone likes my stories? he says with a wry grin.
He tops off K'lecks wine from the bottle.
Shall we say not everyone likes my stories? he says with a wry grin.
He tops off K'lecks wine from the bottle.
"You are a bard aren't you? Ezra took a sip of his own drink, quickly forgetting the notes he should have been studying so that he could get to know these people. "Everyone loves a bard's stories!
From the back of the tavern, a loud coughing fit erupts. Lumbering from that same direction comes what appears to be an black-haired, oversized dwarf. Wearing simple, baggy clothing, a necklace of over-sized prayer beads, and a holy symbol of Torag hanging from his belt, the gruff-looking dwarf coughs into one of his hands, apparently trying to loosen some flem from the back of his throat. "A'right ye lot. 'ich one'a yas is makin' all 'is fuss?" the dwarf asks loudly, a sour look on his face. "Woke me up from me nap, ya did!"
With a lead-footed gait, he approaches the bar and slaps down a coin. "Gimme a drink, barkeep. A stron' 'un," Khron demands, settling himself on a stool.
Agon finally arrives... dirty, tired, and irritated. He jumps down from his horse and begins to take in the sights and sounds of the area. He thinks to himself as he looks for a place to stable his long haired companion, Emalee.
The place smells of weary adventurers and weakness. This will be fun.
Once he secures a spot for Emalee he heads back to the Tavern, the Morning Ale, to wet his mouth before a hearty meal.
Agon enters in full gear with great helm under his left arm. His black and white tabard worn and dirty is draped loosely over his scale mail. A heavy wooden shield strapped to his back covers his light crossbow and a sheathed longsword can be seen at his left side.
He stops a few paces within the tavern and begins staring about the room.
"So this is what I must contend with for a spot in the guild. Abadar has blessed me."
He then begins to laugh out loudly as he walks to the bar for a drink. Placing his helmet down he says,
"Bartender give me a hearty shot of your best spirit."
From the back of the tavern, a loud coughing fit erupts. Lumbering from that same direction comes what appears to be an black-haired, oversized dwarf. Wearing simple, baggy clothing, a necklace of over-sized prayer beads, and a holy symbol of Torag hanging from his belt, the gruff-looking dwarf coughs into one of his hands, apparently trying to loosen some flem from the back of his throat. "A'right ye lot. 'ich one'a yas is makin' all 'is fuss?" the dwarf asks loudly, a sour look on his face. "Woke me up from me nap, ya did!"
With a lead-footed gait, he approaches the bar and slaps down a coin. "Gimme a drink, barkeep. A stron' 'un," Khron demands, settling himself on a stool.
Ezra excused himself from the table, and slowly made his way to the man. "Perhaps, my good sir, you don't need another drink at the moment. Perhaps some bread, or something less... alcoholic."
Ezra doesn't want to see this man hurt himself... or others.
Send the dwarf an ale on me.
"You are a bard aren't you? Ezra took a sip of his own drink, quickly forgetting the notes he should have been studying so that he could get to know these people. "Everyone loves a bard's stories!
Oratory
He settles his nerves and hops up on a chair and launches into a tale of what lead to his being pursued by the Bandits. It is a tale involving too much time with the ladies and gambling, though interestingly he seems to manage to get out of trouble each time with a few words and again. All in all the tale is filled with humor and the prose is quite good.
From the back of the tavern, a loud coughing fit erupts. Lumbering from that same direction comes what appears to be an black-haired, oversized dwarf. Wearing simple, baggy clothing, a necklace of over-sized prayer beads, and a holy symbol of Torag hanging from his belt, the gruff-looking dwarf coughs into one of his hands, apparently trying to loosen some flem from the back of his throat. "A'right ye lot. 'ich one'a yas is makin' all 'is fuss?" the dwarf asks loudly, a sour look on his face. "Woke me up from me nap, ya did!"
With a lead-footed gait, he approaches the bar and slaps down a coin. "Gimme a drink, barkeep. A stron' 'un," Khron demands, settling himself on a stool.
Ezra excused himself from the table, and slowly made his way to the man. "Perhaps, my good sir, you don't need another drink at the moment. Perhaps some bread, or something less... alcoholic."
Ezra doesn't want to see this man hurt himself... or others.
Khron glares at the man for a moment, but then turns back to the barkeeper. "Ain't nothin' ya need t' worry yer head 'bout, fella. Could drink th' 'ole bar an' it woul'n't do nothin' t' me," the dwarf says, a wry smirk on his face. "Yer welcome t' join me i' ya loike. Ain' a dwarf aloive who'd turn down a good drinkin' partner," he states matter-of-factly. He turns slightly and gives Ezra a once-over from the corner of his eye. "Not 'at it looks loike you'd last fir long, but 'at ain't important."
Khron glares at the man for a moment, but then turns back to the barkeeper. "Ain't nothin' ya need t' worry yer head 'bout, fella. Could drink th' 'ole bar an' it woul'n't do nothin' t' me," the dwarf says, a wry smirk on his face. "Yer welcome t' join me i' ya loike. Ain' a dwarf aloive who'd turn down a good drinkin' partner," he states matter-of-factly. He turns slightly and gives Ezra a once-over from the corner of his eye. "Not 'at it looks loike you'd last fir long, but 'at ain't important."From the back of the tavern, a loud coughing fit erupts. Lumbering from that same direction comes what appears to be an black-haired, oversized dwarf. Wearing simple, baggy clothing, a necklace of over-sized prayer beads, and a holy symbol of Torag hanging from his belt, the gruff-looking dwarf coughs into one of his hands, apparently trying to loosen some flem from the back of his throat. "A'right ye lot. 'ich one'a yas is makin' all 'is fuss?" the dwarf asks loudly, a sour look on his face. "Woke me up from me nap, ya did!"
With a lead-footed gait, he approaches the bar and slaps down a coin. "Gimme a drink, barkeep. A stron' 'un," Khron demands, settling himself on a stool.
Ezra excused himself from the table, and slowly made his way to the man. "Perhaps, my good sir, you don't need another drink at the moment. Perhaps some bread, or something less... alcoholic."
Ezra doesn't want to see this man hurt himself... or others.
Ezra looked at the man's swift movements and relaxed. So perhaps he wasn't completely intoxicated. He finished his own drink, and then cast create water to fill his glass to the brim. "I certainly could not keep up with you in terms of alcohol... but perhaps you wouldn't mind me having a bit of water? I need to stay sober for when I meet the mayor of this here fine town. Perhaps later, I can join you, but for now I think I'll stick to this."
"Suit yerself," the dwarf says as the bartender sets down a frothy mug of potent-smelling alcohol before him. "Aye, 'at's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Cheers!" Khron calls before he begins to practically pour the booze down his throat. Finishing the mug in record time, he wipes his mouth on one of his sleeves. Slamming the mug back down on the counter, he grins widely. Pulling another coin from his coin pouch, he sets it on the counter and says, "Perfect. Ano'her!"
As he waits for his second mug, he shoots Ezra another short look. "Don' jus' stan' 'ere, lad. Si'down."
Receiving his drink Agon heads over to the tables where he hears the others talking about drinking.
" Well well. How could I ever resist a night of drinking with a dwarf. Little man let me sit my big tail right here with ya.
Agon looks for a spot to sit his helmet, rest his tall back and over 200 pound bottom before dropping down and turning back to the bartender.
"Barkeep I hope you will keep those drinks a coming, me and my new friends have a bit of drinking to take care before our big day."
Agon grabs his wineskin and pours a bit of water into his hands one after the other. He then begins to pour it lightly over his short red hair and recently shaven face. Now a bit wet Agon again looks around the table before pulling his tabard up to dry his face.
"Hello new friends, I am Agon Kilmeade and whom might you all be?"
"Suit yerself," the dwarf says as the bartender sets down a frothy mug of potent-smelling alcohol before him. "Aye, 'at's what I'm talkin' 'bout. Cheers!" Khron calls before he begins to practically pour the booze down his throat. Finishing the mug in record time, he wipes his mouth on one of his sleeves. Slamming the mug back down on the counter, he grins widely. Pulling another coin from his coin pouch, he sets it on the counter and says, "Perfect. Ano'her!"
As he waits for his second mug, he shoots Ezra another short look. "Don' jus' stan' 'ere, lad. Si'down."
Ezra gulped nervously and sat down next to the dwarf, desperately wanting to eat another leaf to ease the pain. "Why thank you sir."Ezra rubbed his knee and drank some more of his water, pulling out his notes again, hopefully able to read them before moving on from this place. He suddenly realized how out of place he looked; Chelaxian man in fancy clothing and jewelry, who is reading notes, sitting in the middle of a bar full of warriors who were trained to kill people. It was insanity. Looking back up at the dwarf, Ezra feigned a smile. "So uh... what brings you here?"
Receiving his drink Agon heads over to the tables where he hears the others talking about drinking.
" Well well. How could I ever resist a night of drinking with a dwarf. Little man let me sit my big tail right here with ya.
Agon looks for a spot to sit his helmet, rest his tall back and over 200 pound bottom before dropping down and turning back to the bartender.
"Barkeep I hope you will keep those drinks a coming, me and my new friends have a bit of drinking to take care before our big day."
Agon grabs his wineskin and pours a bit of water into his hands one after the other. He then begins to pour it lightly over his short red hair and recently shaven face. Now a bit wet Agon again looks around the table before pulling his tabard up to dry his face.
"Hello new friends, I am Agon Kilmeade and whom might you all be?"
Ezra shrinks back from the man and nods. "Hello Mr. Kilmeade. I am Ezra, a diplomat, and this is..." he trailed off, not sure of the dwarf's name.
ahhh. At last, I must say the past few weeks have been quite.. Exciting, and yet exhausting. That on festival of desna in particular.. Well let's get some needed rest. I have a long road ahead of me..
ahead of us again that strange voice appears again, almost as if in the back of his head. Though he was slighty accustomed to hearing it every so often and referred to it as his sixth sense he felt there was more..
ah well then. Let's take a look at the competition.
A man in a dark blue hued cloak and chain enters. A jet black scimitar at his hip.
He notices the large man right away and smiles.
hmmm @
He mutters under his breath and flicks his wrist and suddenly 3 orbs of ghostly light are hovering around the large mans head. Then after that with another murmer cause it to seem as if the bard is chuckling.
"Stonearm." the dwarf says simply. He repeats his once-over, this time on the fully-armored man. "If ya want t' drink wit' me, yer gonna 'ave t' ready yerself. Ain't a dwarf un'er th' mountain 'at's outdrunk me, yet. Ain't 'bout t' let some tallfolk be th' foirst." He grins roguishly, the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath.
When the bard finishes his story, K'leck laughs. "Ha! Be careful silver tongue does not get you into more trouble than it can get you out of. Next story is on me, eh?" He takes another sip of his drink. Then hearing him laugh. "Ahh, but what is funny, new friend?" He chuckles when he sees the floating orbs. "I see we have new drinking buddies. That one seems to have annoyed little sprite creatures. Let us go introduce ourselves, yes?"
He walks over to the new group. "Greetings fellow adventurers. I am K'leck. Let us all drink together before we must compete for guild position. Tell me, have you tried this wine stuff? Is quite good and stronger than watery swell they call beer. My bardic friend here just introduced me to it."
He smiles and hops down and follows the gigantic man.
Now these are delightful he says looking at the lights, then he grabs his head as the headache returns
I just can't believe he is a slaver...keep it together, I just got here...no fighting.
He reaches for his goblet and some more wine, then makes his way over to Varian with his bottle.
Care for some? He offers some wine.
Khron looks to both the newcomer with stranger orbs floating around him and the tall, tanned human before returning to his drink. "Th' more th' merrier 'ey say. T'morrow we may 'ave t' go up against each otha, but t'night, we drink!" he shouts, lifting his mug and draining it in much the same manner as the one before it. "Aaaaaah. Ain't nothin' betta 'an a good drink afta wakin' up," the Toragian finishes with relish, before belching loudly.
He smiles and hops down and follows the gigantic man.
Now these are delightful he says looking at the lights, then he grabs his head as the headache returns
I just can't believe he is a slaver...keep it together, I just got here...no fighting.
He reaches for his goblet and some more wine, then makes his way over to Varian with his bottle.
Care for some? He offers some wine.
Ezra does not notice the contempt on the bard's face as he walks past him to Varian. He smiles at the man before following him in order to get to know Varian a bit. "So you're the one who cast the spell eh? It's good to see someone else blessed with the magical arts."
Ezra then turns to the bard and starts talking to him, and just generally doing his best to make their relationship more amiable, casting Enhanced Diplomacy right beforehand as to make himself seem more appealing. "I know we got off on a bad foot...
The Bard returns the favor and hangs some lights over Varian's head.
Varian will look the the bard and let out a heart felt laugh.
Aye indeed. My road has been long, and good drinks scarce, though good company seems to have a way of finding me at the least.
he takes a glass and will sip on it.
So, I assume you and most of the others here have come to try your hands at this new guild? I must say it is quite interesting to me, I believe it is a great way for any would be adventurer or tomb delver to start out, lest they jump to deep before hand. Haha,
his face darkens for a split second
or perhaps a good way to keep them from becoming overconfident as well. Or lax in their arts.
He will turn to Ezra
yes indeed, I was taught sense I was very young, I am of a bit strange upbringing, you see I grew up in a human settlement, So I was forced to mature faster than most of my race, my father believed strict training would help in that regard, and it did... for some things.
he then will notice just what Erza is and laughs.
I must say, I have not met many of your kind in my short life, but rare is it when where they go, amusement is soon to follow. Well, That, or they were trying to kill me for some reason, In either case my friend, I am Varian, Varian Seldlon. The pleasure is mine.
he regards the bard again.
in both cases.
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here is the blade. Its actually shaped almost just as I pictured it, its just jet black with a chain trailing down from the end of the hilt with a symbol attached to the end. though there is no sheath for the blade as varian carries it merely hung from his belt. black blade
heretofore unseen, a halfling emerges from some dark corner of the tavern. His clothes are well tailored though inostentatious featuring mostly grays and dark, muted greens, his rolling gait exuding confidence, conquest and grace. He leads behind him a young human woman, a local by the look of her, buxom and brunette, her hand on his shoulder, his hand over hers. They both sport sheens of sweat, as though from recent strenuous activity. He bears a wide boyish grin as he scans the room; she, meanwhile has eyes only for him, though her expression is disguised by the fact that she holds a strawberry in her mouth.
Look at growing crowd, my dove, it seems I can no longer horde you all to myself he sighs and whispersit pains me so, but you may have to get back to work before your father notices you've been missing. He gestures that she should lean down and pulls the strawberry from her mouth as she does, replacing it with a discrete kiss, before biting into the berry himself and sending her off with lite smack to her backside.
now, what have we here he scans the room again
to the dwarf, Stonearm, is it? well I'll wager my hill for your mountain that I can drink you under both
to Ezra My countryman!!! he grasps the sitting oracle by the shoulders and kisses both his cheeks, Varisian style, I never thought to hear another Chelish accent so far inside Andor! how goes it with you and what news of our Queen Abrogail?
to the bard and you sir, you seem to have strong opinions of our culture of slavery, well I agree it's a poor thing for one person to own another and too often a slave is little more than chattel, but my counrtyman is right to say that Chelaxian slave laws are well regulated. There are even provisions whereby a slave can earn his freedom, like I have. You must learn to see all sides before passing judgement, just as I must learn not to make assumptions or to intrude on other peoples' conversations...
generally, Gotin Immel is my name he sings: say it loud and it's almost like prayiiiiing; say it soft, it's like... he pauses a moment to consider, it occurs to me that no one ever says my name softly, isn't that right, my dove? to which the bar maid from earlier blushes beat red as she brings out more pitchers of ale and in any event, you're welcome to call me Banana,he pronounces this BAH-nuh-NAH, as did my fair Queen of Cheliax, and I welcome you all to this strange and handsome little hamlet to which I've only just arrived myself
He will turn to Ezra
yes indeed, I was taught sense I was very young, I am of a bit strange upbringing, you see I grew up in a human settlement, So I was forced to mature faster than most of my race, my father believed strict training would help in that regard, and it did... for some things.
he then will notice just what Erza is and laugh.
I must say, I have not met many of your kind in my short life, but rare is it when where they go, amusement is soon to follow. Well, That, or they were trying to kill me for some reason, In either case my friend, I am Varian, Varian Seldlon. The pleasure is mine.
he regards the bard again.
in both cases.
Ezra frowned looking honestly confused. "You haven't met many humans in your life? Well that's odd, I thought you said you lived in a human establishment."
Pleased to have found more drinking buddies, K'leck clinks mugs with all of them. "Yes! Let us all drink to celebrate our meeting! And then tomorrow we will drink to celebrate those that have gotten in and to drown the miseries of those that have not!"
Seeing that his taller, or rather less-short, companions seem to be going through their alcohol slowly, he asks, "Why is it little people" here he indicates the dwarf and the halfing "Drink more than big people here? This is not the normal way of things. Is madness!"
At the halfling's sudden arrival and declaration, Khron's grin turns almost feral. "Ain't nobody who's tried could e'er pull it off. Come, lad. Yer 'bout to get e'en shorter 'en yer pass'd out col' on th' floor," the dwarf crows, slamming a whole gold piece on the counter. "Keep 'em comin', barkeep. Ain't nobody 'as challenged a Stonearm an' walked 'way a winna." Though he doesn't appear angry, there is a definite edge to his words, one that inebriation does not give.
to Ezra My countryman!!! he grasps the sitting oracle by the shoulders and kisses both his cheeks, Varisian style, I never thought to hear another Chelish accent so far inside Andor! how goes it with you and what news of our Queen Abrogail?
Ezra smiles at the halfling, embracing him out of happiness. "Another Chelish citizen! This is a happy day indeed! I never thought I'd see a sl-" Ezra bit his tongue before he could let out the derogatory term 'slip' "A fellow countryman. News of the Queen is as fair as always, may Asmodeus guide her hand."
no one should be born a slave. Just because they can earn freedom doesn't mean they will. What if you had had a less "chivalrous" master?. He puts a particular emphasis on chivalrous
no one should be born a slave. Just because they can earn freedom doesn't mean they will. What if you had had a less "chivalrous" master?. He puts a particular emphasis on chivalrous
Ezra cocked his head. "Why then the Hell Knights would have surely punished that master. With Asmodeus' inquisitors about, there is no escaping the infernal law of Cheliax."
Khron pointedly ignores the argument over slaves and Chelaxians, his focus on as drunk as dwarvenly possible.
'Foolish tallfolk. Ain't no point in arguin' o'er 'at nonsense 'en 'ere's perfectly good drink t' be 'ad," he thinks to himself, amber eyes shining as the barkeep begins to set multiple full mugs down in front of him. The dwarf gives Banana a challenging stare, his posture full of pride and arrogance.
right because the Hellknights are a perfect organization that is above reproach.
shut up!
but you clearly will not be swayed. I must get more wine.
At the halfling's sudden arrival and declaration, Khron's grin turns almost feral. "Ain't nobody who's tried could e'er pull it off. Come, lad. Yer 'bout to get e'en shorter 'en yer pass'd out col' on th' floor," the dwarf crows, slamming a whole gold piece on the counter. "Keep 'em comin', barkeep. Ain't nobody 'as challenged a Stonearm an' walked 'way a winna." Though he doesn't appear angry, there is a definite edge to his words, one that inebriation does not give.
HAR! no Stonearm's ever been challenged by a Banana before, and keep your coin for now freind... he makes eye contact with the young barmaid he maid his entrance with none of this swill for my burly friend and I, deary Dove, bring up that barrel of Varisian brandy we nearly overturned earlier for our little match, whichever of us wakes up with the worst headache will happily pay for it, though likely with sticky coin
right because the Hellknights are a perfect organization that is above reproach.
shut up!
but you clearly will not be swayed. I must get more wine.
wine nothing you'll share our brandy and adjudicate the match, the first toast shall be to freedom and loudmouths