Tierce smiles to Darius and hands him his red wine, "Taldane Red 4568, one of my favorites, hopefully you approve. As for my travels, I am currently retracing the path that Eando Kline took a few years back. I'm thinking I may stay a few days to attend the festival however."
He draws out his scimitar and hands it hilt first to Barek. "Nexavaran Steel, rare in it's day, but not so much now a days. This was one of the ones forge during the crusade, although I wasn't old enough to be there myself. Our giant of a friend over there has one as well, but I'm beginning to suspect that he may have actually been there to witness the battle himself!"
Barek walks into the common room from the back carrying two casks of ale, one on each shoulder. He weaves his way through the crowd and places them on the bar. He nods to Shalelu and then tells the barkeep, "There's two more of these in the back ready to go, but Ameiko said we can wait until we have need." He glances around at the crowded room. "But by the look of things, it won't be long now."
He grabs each cask and puts them behind the bar. Standing back up he stretches his stiff muscles, and then cracks his knuckles. Not sure why Ameiko's paying me if she's got Shalelu, but it sure beats working for Scarnetti for a change.
He spots a familiar face, though. "Noro, what are yo-. Oh, right this is one of your haunts isn't it? Seems decent enough place and the food is great. What have you been up to?"
hey barek, pull up a sheat. you workin for Amieko now? I've told ya before I can ushe shomeone like you at the gym, getting hardier to find good fighters thses daysh, beshides the money's good
Barek knows that Noro and several others have been using part of a warehouse for a "fight club" making money from the bets. not really illegal but not entirely legal. especially considering who some of the money goes though.
ok its been several times now Gilly has nearly fallen over.
Noro goes over to her.
come on little gill, time to get a lower perch Noro picks her up like a child and takes her of to the table and plops her on a lower seat.
ther a bit closer to the floor lessh dishtance to fall
Noro continues to keep an eye on this Tierce fellow, part out of suspicion but maybe part, she found a guy she actually likes... hard to tell with Noro sometimes.
Gilly flails but isn't otherwise difficult to carry. She laughs and makes complaining noises at Noro the whole way too, but settles down when put in her chair eventually. "Okay, but only if he tells us more Pathfinder stories." As if that ultimatum makes any sense.
To Keth "If ye mean, most decent folk be happy to separate yer head from them shoulders, I'm thinking ye have the right of it there. Lucky fer you I'm less Axe happy then me kin. As to why I'm here, tomorrow's festival"
To Chavana "Pull up a seat lass, can grab ye a pint if ye drink." taking a long swig from his tankard he sizes up the monk "Tell me lass, where do ye hail from?"
Shalluk had sunk further into his hood as the Pathfinder had spoke of the Tale of Aroden. He had no idea if the Oni who had sired him would have been involved with the Mendev Crusades, but most people weren't able to tell evil outsiders apart especially well - and when they started to get worked up people sometimes tried to use him as firewood. Certainly he'd most likely survive - he didn't burn any easier than most of his kind - but it was never much fun.
Still, the drunken Halfling had the right idea. The Tiefling moved a bit closer, to try and catch more of the Pathfinders tale, putting his empty plate aside for now. Maybe the tale would give him some ideas, rather than concerns about his heritage.
All he had to do was not bump one of the other, rather more drunke patrons of the bar...
Tierce appears to think for a long moment, "Another tale? Well maybe I can entice you with a story of my own. Maybe I can tell you the time that I sabotaged a hidden base of Lissala cultists. Or maybe I can tell you about the time that I literally went to Hell and back to rescue Paracountess Zarta from the hands of the Beast Lord!"
Tierce notices Noro looking at him and he gives her a quick little wink.
Gilly giggles a bit for whatever reason, but then sits still with a curiously childish attention focused on the Pathfinder.
When he is provided with a turkey leg, the Shoanti listens to the story and raises his meat in appreciation. "Sound like good tale. Bad guys lose. The best kind."
He gets up and goes to take a look at the scimitar and nods. "Demons don't like little curved blades? All I got is this." He patted his earthbreaker. "It work good on most things I find." He looks over Barek and looks for a weapon. "What you use on bad ones? Words and wiggly fingers?"
Zalvenos approaches the Rusty Dragon Inn, having already finished set up camp outside of town. Most of his family was opting for an early bedtime, so as to be ready for trade and entertainment in the morning. Zalven, on the other hand... his job is to be liked. That starts the night before the festival, when those with spare money can be found out carousing the night away. It's always good to get a feel for the land, to know who knows who.
The party is already in full swing as he walks through the door. There is dancing, and his feet itch to join in, but there will be time for that soon. He overhears the pathfinder introducing himself and homes in on him. There is always room for a second story-teller.
I am hearing and telling crusades story countless times over campfire. Will be repeating your story later. Good story giving me good audience, you getting famous, yes? Sorry for bad Common.
Brelar nods at his table companions and listens to them talk. As the dancing breaks out, you can tell his attention is diverted to the Varisian woman's dance. His attention is brought back by Chavana's appearance. Standing and offering his seat to Chavana he says "Please join us. We are all travellers here for the festival tomorrow and looking for a bit work I suspect. Keth. Wolf. Mord. Brelar." Brelar points in turn around the table to everyone. "Chavana.", he points to you.
Not really seeming to address anyone in particular directly he says, "You know, in Numeria Desna appears to us as a great huntress astride the most magnificent elk you'll ever see. She has provided us safe journeys thus far. She has brought together the potential of new friends and companions, and for that we say our thanks. I had to leave my studies at the Twilight Academy in Galdura, until I can raise more coin to pay my way. I was going to try and get a room myself, though it could be tough with everyone else in from out of town as well. I'm happy to split the cost with you. And by split the cost I mean you return the favor to myself or another in need in the future."
Brelar looks around for an empty seat at another table and snatches it up, rejoining his table.
Tierce laughs "My dear friend, any lady will tell you that it's not the size of the blade that matters, but how the warrior uses it! Isn't that right my little lady friend?" He smirks at Gilly.
Tierce stops his merriment for a moment as he watches Lucanus get up from the table. The brute of a man walks over to the counter, puts down his dish and enquirers about a glass of water. Tierce smiles to himself slightly and mutters under his breath "...paladins, never been a fan."
Snapping out of his daze, Tierce turns back to the group that has gathered around him. "So what kind of story would you like to hear?"
Zalvenos sits down at the table with Tierce, leaning in and extending his hand to shake Tierce's. "I am Zalven, pleased to meet you. Please, tell us a tale of your deeds. If I am having heard it before I will finish it and you buy me a drink. If I am not having heard it before, you getting a drink from me"
"Asking a halfling about size?" Gilly is not so drunk she didn't get the joke. Pleasantly buzzed acting silly - well, its hard to say how much of it is not what Gilly is like anyway.
"That's a whole can of worms right there...but needless to say, halfling girls are used to overcompensation," And then she giggles. So much for the facade of childishness. Its a little startling perhaps, but its not as if Gilly ever claimed innocence.
"Do you know any about Thassilon?"
Noro just rolls her eyes at Gillys flirtatious remarks.
Noro remains quiet through all of this. surprised a fight hasn't started yet, and weather it did or not Noro would get blamed for it anyway she's sure of it.
Noro just listens to Tirece's tales apparently only half believeing them.
being a Pathfinder does not mean you no longer boast or elaborate the truth a bit
when she catches a wink from him, Noro quickly turns away trying to hide her face.
Gilly pokes Noro with her foot under the table, grinning at her.
Tierce chuckles at Gilly’s comment, ”Yes I bet you have to deal with a lot of that…”
Tierce then smiles to the new comer Zalvenos, ”As a Pathfinder myself, I can tell you several stories that aren’t even in the Chronicles. Just last month, Paracountess Zarta, the Chelish ambassador in Absalom found herself imprisoned for a crime she didn’t commit. As a … personal friend of the Countess, I led a team into the embassy to find evidence of her capture. Wasn’t easy mind you, tricking Hellknights can be an unsavory affair. However I am a sly devil so I was able to find that she was taken to Citadel Vraid in Korvosa.”
Tierce pauses and takes a sip of his wine. ”Walking into the dungeons of Citadel Vraid wasn’t exactly what I would call a good day. But we had our evidence that Zarta was innocent and were given leave to release here. However the warden of Vraid had evidently traded Zarta’s soul to the beast lord in order for more hellhounds. If I thought the prison was unpleasant, I was in for a treat. Not sure if you have ever been to Hell, but I don’t recommend it as a summer’s vacation. I rescued Zarta, but not before having to slay a Cerberus guardian. Nasty creature… doesn’t have any “weak spots” if you know what I mean.”
Tierce takes out his Journal and flips to a certain page, he shows a lovely drawing to Gilly of an unusual statue. ”They call it the Runecarved Key. The Society bought it a few months ago from the Mayor’s Office in Magnimar. As you can see its Thassilon in design. Maybe when things quieten, I can tell you about it.”
He leans in close to Gilly and whispers "Make sure to bring your friend here..." He discreetly gestures to Noro.
Zalven chuckles at the story and orders a drink for the pathfinder. It was indeed one he hadn't heard before, and so he added it to his stock of stories to share with others.
"Story for you now. It is of the grandfather of my grandfather's grandfather. Far before the people from the East came, when the land was still wild. The land was ruled by god-men astride dragons, they say. One of these dragons went feral, stealing all sorts of treasures and refusing to submit to the lords. Elsenic, my ancestor, lured this great white dragon down from the sky by waving an enchanted flaming blade at it. The beast's greed overtook it, and it dove at him. As the dragon swooped down, Elsenic leapt into its gaping maw, attacking it from the inside. The flames melted the dragon's icy breath as the sword lodged into its stomach. Elsenic cut himself out with a dagger just as the dragon lurched back to its cave to die, never to threaten the country again." Zalven hoped no one would notice his accent drop as his told his story. "This story being just one about Freezemaw, but is truth." He looks over at Noro, trying to see if his story caught her attention more than Pierce's. She seems interesting.
Finishing the scene with Zeladania the strapping Mavis finds himself absolutely taken by the turn of pace. Stories had a way of getting to the softer parts of his mind. He was used to massive, hedonistic parties, but here? Here had good clean fun, and plenty of different mindsets. It was... It was refreshing.
He walks over to the gathering of people, polite-fully gesturing as his scythe trails behind him, properly sheathed.
"I would tell my own stories, but alas, mine are all far too similar!"
His mind flashed back to the orgies in Zura's church. The allure, the incense, the blood offerings, the... the alluring carnage. He realized he may have looked troubled for a moment and perks back up rather quickly.
"Good sir! I've merely heard parts of both of these, but would one of you kindly tell another? I'll personally pitch in another 5 gold for drinks among all of us, if you do.
Edit: Why can't I normally roll like that?
Gilly pokes Noro with her foot under the table, grinning at her.
noro just looks at her, mouthing one word What?
Tierce chuckles at his rapt audience, "I'm afraid two stories is my limit for the next little while. Instead I would love to have a dance with a lovely lady. Any takers?"
Noro now tries to hide behind her mug, I don't dance, I never dance, just find someone else.
Noro looks again to Gilly, whispers well, go dance
Noro tries to use her foot to nudge Gilly toward Tierce, anything to keep him bothering me.
Having drawn a decent crowd, Zalven decides to take advantage of it. He gestures to the room at large, his voice reaching all in attendance, "Will be entertaining you all tomorrow at festival! Come by the Valsini wagon at the festival for stories, for testing your skills, playing games, and learning your fortune! All being free for the kids, of course!" He quiets down, turning his attention back to Aergo. "Pathfinder here is right. It being time for dancing! Will be providing the next song. Is a song of my people. It will be your story. Hoping you speak Varisian"
Zalven, although not known for his singing, bursts into a song in Varisian about how the Valsini clan was formed to a tune that one of his sisters would be playing tomorrow on her fiddle to draw people to their sideshow from the now familiar tune. He covers any problems in his performance with hearty clapping to the beat, keeping it lively enough for Varisian style dancing.
Barek grabs a stool from behind the bar and takes a seat. "Yeah, Noro. I needed some work during the Festival and Ameiko said she could use a hand. My, uh, other jobs didn't seem to mind me taking a few days off to do some honest work." He glances around. "You still working on the gym? I ought to drop by some time and see it. I heard Gerad from the docks got dropped pretty hard the other night. Saw the bruises from his 'workout'."
He takes the sword from Tierce to examine it. It was clearly an old blade, but sharp as ever. "You serious? This is a holy blade of legend? Come on now, you expect me to believe that?" Barek laughs and looks over to Boledir. "I know how to use a sword, and I ain't bad, but here in Sandpoint, it's a civilized place. A good man don't need a blade or hammer to settle his disputes. We, uh, 'talk' things out." He chuckles and cracks his knuckles again.
He extends a hand to the Shoanti warrior. "Name's Barek. You a Shoanti tribesman? I'm just a Sandpoint man myself. Ain't been much past a couple day's ride from here."
Barek grabs a stool from behind the bar and takes a seat. "Yeah, Noro. I needed some work during the Festival and Ameiko said she could use a hand. My, uh, other jobs didn't seem to mind me taking a few days off to do some honest work." He glances around. "You still working on the gym? I ought to drop by some time and see it. I heard Gerad from the docks got dropped pretty hard the other night. Saw the bruises from his 'workout'."
Noro keeps a bit quiet on who or how Gerad dropped. but the mention of the fight Noro tries to hide her right hand.
really? he has a glass jaw....I mean he got whacked pretty hard huh?
Zella will take Tierce by the hand and lead him out to the dance.
"I'm always up for another dance as long as you promise not to step on toes. Don't worry Noro, you can have the next dance with him since I know you're just dieing to."
Laughing, Zella waits for Tierce to start leading.
Tierce smiles to Zelladania "My, aren't you a pretty one! Do any of the gentlemen hold your eye? I may need to snag you away from them!"
Tierce gets to the open floor and prepares to start "Would you prefer a Taldane ballroom or something more exotic like I picked up in Katapesh... yeah, exotic is better!"
Tierce begins to lead her through the dance steps of a katapesh dance
Tierce twirls her about and dips her before smiling and giving her a wink
Zella will take Tierce by the hand and lead him out to the dance.
"I'm always up for another dance as long as you promise not to step on toes. Don't worry Noro, you can have the next dance with him since I know you're just dieing to."
Laughing, Zella waits for Tierce to start leading.
I'd shooner give give ya a black eye before catching me danshing
Noro looks to Gilly Well? go on, Jusht shay it already
Zella just smiles at Noro's comment, knowing that even if she does make a half-hearted attempt to carry out that threat that she can easily dodge out of the way.
"Well now, you are quite a good dancer. Luckily for me my last caravan just happened to have a snake-charmer from Katapesh who was also fond of dancing and taught me a few steps."
"As for whether anyone has caught my eye yet, well, I think I will decline to answer if anyone has yet so that I don't discourage all the current attention."
Tierce smiles "Well I will make sure to find a dance that you yourself are not familiar with so that I can defiantly show you my moves."
Tierce continues to dance and gets in rather close to whisper "It's good to see you again my Varisian friend, later we will need to talk about your caravan family. Been awhile since I've seen them... Also, word of warning. Appears the large shy fellow over by the bar has some fancy for you. He hasn't stopped watching us out of the corner of his eyes since we started dancing."
He spins her one last time before stopping and bowing to her, "Always a pleasure to dance with a beautiful woman."
Zella can't stop a giggle thinking of the last time that Tierce visited her family's caravan. "It might be safe enough for you to pay the caravan another visit. Two my cousins who kept competing with each other for your attention last time are now married. Though be warned if the husband's feel jealous by any attention my cousins might try to give you. One married our new knife-thrower and the other is a wild animal trainer."
During her banter, Zella tries to look over to the fellow Tierce mentioned, wanting to see who's eye she had caught.
After the dance, Zella curtsies to Tierce and causally wanders over the bar, coincidentally near the shy fellow and orders another glass of wine.
"Bartender, another glass if you please. I need a moment to catch my breath and drink before I head back out onto that dance floor."
To Mord:
"Thank you kindly. I hail from Windsong Abbey most recently, but have traveled quite a bit in the past few years. Not so much along the typical trading routes... but I tend to like being away from Korvosa. Too much Chelish influence, if you ask me. It's nice to be in a smaller town, anyways. People are friendlier, less likely to go off at a moment's notice." She smiles broadly, accepting Mord's offer for a drink, choosing a small glass of inexpensive wine. "While I do drink, I find ale only gets me into trouble. She chuckles. 'How about you? I find the whole festival nice, although, having spent a bit of time there at the monastery, my tithes took away much of my funds. Would you happen to know of any good work locally, or are you in town for the festival and going home?"
Hearing Tierce's loud story, and watching the flirtatious halfling, Gilly, "And what do you make of them?"
Thinking about it, and sipping some of the more bitter wine she's had in a while, she smiles at Tierce's and Zelladania's dance. "It's been a while since I was allowed to dance... Monasteries and all."
Barek laughs as he realizes Noro was the one who gave Gerad the bruises. "He'll be fine. He is probably more embarrassed than anything. He told us it was a half-giant who he tussled with! Wait until the boys at the wharf hear it. He won't hear the end of it!"
Barek's eyes wander to Zella's dancing. He seems quite entranced with her movements. "A snake-charmer taught you how to do that? You look like you're been dancing all your life!"
Darpan looks astounded as , yet again he is completely ignored.
Am I invisible to these people. I should think that I would have stood out somewhat, but it seems that I am incorporeal!
He tries again speaking with the young dark haired girl in the faded blue dress now speaking to the dwarf at the table.
Hello madam. You say you are from an Monastery near by. Could you tell me please where it is? As I said before I am from far away and am looking for some assistance in locating a specific clan of people said to live hereabouts."
He hope that maybe this time someone at the table might notice him...hmm..the dog did not even pay him an attention...maybe this is some sort of dream, and I am not truly here.....
Tierce chuckles at the thought, "No one should get jealous over little old me, and if I fight broke out, I would be quite sad, I'm a lover, not a fighter." As an after thought, he picks up his scimitar from where he left it and gives it a few tosses and spins through the air before sheathing it. Proud of himself he sits back down at his empty table and orders a bottle of wine.
Lucanus sees Zelladania walk closer to his spot at the bar and tries to hide the slight red coloring of his cheeks. He tries to lose himself in his glass of water.
After catching her breath from the workout with Tierce, I may have overexerted myself a bit just to try to impress him..., Zella downs her drink and suddenly takes the shy man's hand and attempts to move back towards the dance floor.
"Now that I've managed to catch my breath, won't you come and dance with me?"
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Aergo watches the scene, typically enjoying the differences in everyone's tastes. There is dancing, and singing, and all kinds of wonderful things. His original mood is now officially gone, and his hopes for the festival tomorrow rise significantly.
He looks around, noting the different conversations, smelling the food, and drinking his drink. It's at about this point he notices the recluse, trying to remain under the radar at the same table.
Though he wore a hood, and he was obviously trying to remain secretive, Mavis had seen enough Tieflings in the past to know their habits in public.
He scooted closer to the quiet stranger, feeling a little more relaxed with a race he was... definitely accustomed to. He gave the stranger a quick tap on the shoulder, fully expecting him to whip around anxiously.
"What brings you here?" (Spoken in Abyssal)
Darpan looks astounded as , yet again he is completely ignored.
Am I invisible to these people. I should think that I would have stood out somewhat, but it seems that I am incorporeal!
He tries again speaking with the young dark haired girl in the faded blue dress now speaking to the dwarf at the table.
Hello madam. You say you are from an Monastery near by. Could you tell me please where it is? As I said before I am from far away and am looking for some assistance in locating a specific clan of people said to live hereabouts."
He hope that maybe this time someone at the table might notice him...hmm..the dog did not even pay him an attention...maybe this is some sort of dream, and I am not truly here.....
Having finished his song and given the task of music over to another eager performer, Zalven notices the lost seeming man asking for directions. He saunters over to the man and introduces himself, "Hail, friend. If there is someone you must be finding, they will surely be at festival tomorrow." Zalven motions him over to a seat across from him, pulling out a set of cards. "Playing helps with thinking. Play a couple rounds with me while you are telling me more about these people? Stakes are being five copper."
Lucanus tries to stammer out an excuse, but not finding his tongue, he ends up being dragged to the dance floor. He looks around sheepishly before turning his attention to Zelladania. His cheeks color slightly red from his abashment. "Whatever My Lady wishes, but I'm afraid that I've never danced before..."
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Barek laughs as he realizes Noro was the one who gave Gerad the bruises. "He'll be fine. He is probably more embarrassed than anything. He told us it was a half-giant who he tussled with! Wait until the boys at the wharf hear it. He won't hear the end of it!"
ahhh..let him have hish dream, beshides, it can be more fun the lessh they know
Noro feels relieved but also saddened a bit when Tierce goes to have a seat back at his table.
She glances back toward Tierce, then over toward Zella.
come on Gilly, I need your help, she grabs Gilly and heads toward the stairs to the rooms.
Amieko, you shtill have that old chesht up shtairs?
Noro takes gilly upstairs to an old storeroom and shows her an old chest or actually more like a wardrobe.
help me find shomething nishe Noro starts rumaging through a bunch of old dresses
God I can't believe I'm doing thish
Noro might actually look "girly" for once...she seems a bit jealous of Zella but she doesn't know the first thing about being...pretty
Zoruk had started looking at the pathfinder as soon as he mentioned a Thassilon Key. Seeing how festive things were he cast another minor spell. Sending some colored lights floating into the air above the dance floor, one seemed to strike right at the Pathfinder to rest above his head. He wondered if that would get the man's attention. He makes a point of adjusting his scarf, of traditional Varisian make.
"Never danced? Well then, it is high time that you've learned a few steps then."
Zella will take the lead in this dance and focuses a bit more on instruction rather than performance. She'll pick a fairly slow and simple dance to teach him.
Noticing the Tiefling's bashfulness, he changes his target of attention. Namely to the sudden magical lights hovering over a table. He had just enough time to see the man in the robe that conjured them.
Aergo's family had plenty of Infernal and Abyssal sorcerers. The devils and demons had fiddled around in his history for gods knows how long.
This had, of course, sparked an interest in his magic long ago, but he never built on it. He probably never would, of course, as he was far too religious. He'd sooner take part in inquisition, or be a priest, although definitely not of his current deity... or would he? The question amused him.
Regardless, taking the interest he had, he walked over to the man that conjured the lights, knowing full-well he was trying to get the attention of someone who was most probably not him.
"Fancy display! What spell is that, sir? Pardon my intrusion, but you seemed a bit apart from everyone." He says, whilst sitting down at the table and hailing Ameiko with a wave to come over
The Shoanti grabs Barek's hand, noting the strong grip. "It is good you don't have problems that need earthbreaker. But earthbreaker solve more problems than bad guy problems. When peoples think of making problems with me, they see earthbreaker and say no problems. Work pretty good. Some who can't use earthbreaker need it to fix problems. I do that. My words are broken, and nice peoples fix my problems so I don't need to use earthbreaker. That good too."
"I am Shoanti, Hawk Clan. Got tattoo." He points with a thumb to his back although the tattoo isn't visible. "When I was walking long time, I came to visit cousin. He run White Deer. But he not happy, he make ugly face at Belor. So I come here. This place happy."
Zoruk's eyes dart to the man before him. Not the intended target, but not about to be rude to a stranger. That was how one made enemies without evening knowing.
"I am Zoruk Magnu, it is a fairly simple spell most commonly known as dancing lights. More for their coloration and movement then use at gatherings such as these I assure you. As to why I am apart, I would venture a guess as to my lack of social grace or ability at such performance arts. Then again it could something else completely. You are?"
He extends his hand for a shake.
"My name is Aergo Boreal Mavis. A bit of a jack-of-all trades, and rather good with words. I'm not particularly good at dancing with people, as you may have seen, but, that's the least of my worries in my line of work."
Zoruk shakes his hand quickly before retracting it.
"Pray tell what line of work are you in? Mr. Mavis."
His purple eyes studying the man before him.
The kind where I can truly enjoy gatherings like this.
A bit of melancholy enters his eyes for a moment, thinking back at the people he had to kill to escape the church of Zura. Commoners, but none innocents. It was self defense, he thought. At least, that's what he told himself.
While i've been in sandpoint I've found that the scythe is a decadent weapon to use against those... goblins. Not so much for reaping them, but the imagery really terrifies their tiny little minds. ... It also doesn't exactly help they're as tall as wheat! Ha ha!
he says, laughing quite a lot.
He remembers plenty of goblins, but very few actually fought back against him. It was a bit disappointing, really. His sadism he didn't consider a problem to revel in public. Especially when the creatures in question were universally despised.
...Thorgrund takes the coins from the nobleman, nods a quick acknowledgment to him, and quickly turns on his heels toward the sounds of the revelry emanating from the Rusty Dragon.
"Thrice-cursed, stuck-up halfwits...the lot of'em!" Thorgrund thinks to himself. Grateful to be free from the eternal ramblings of the man from the Foxglove family, Thorgrund approaches the packed inn.
"Make a hole, lads! This dwarf needs a drink!" he bellows, elbowing out of his way those too slow to move. The heavily muscled dwarf makes his way to the bar, and slaps a coin onto the bar.
"Ale, lassie! he says once he catches Ameikos eye.
He looks around the room, but his only view is a sea of mostly human chests. Once he gets his ale, he moves from the bar to find a stool or chair to stand on.