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"Eight of us found it, eight went in, I alone survived his wrath." He shakes his head, "the fear, the torment, the fire, he toyed with us. I watched him eat each comrade. I gladly gave him my foot and he let me live. Years later and I still piss meself."
The beggar continues to flap around the area squawking semi-coherent muttering to himself. He eventually finishes up his tankard of beer. He slams the empty mug down and proclaims, "I've never meet another survivor before. We are few." With that he begins to walk to the exit.
In a hissy voice the old man says, "Ssssettle down or they'll eats you alive." "Oh No they won't...only gators, whales, and dragons eats you alive. They no gator, whale, or dragon." The beggar responds.
The old beggar stumbles off the bar stool and directly into Duncan's path flapping his arms. "I have wings like a dragon. Get on my back and we can fly."
The beggar begins to flap his arms like wings. "AWWWWWWK...AWWWWWK!"
"OK...Ok...I know where he lives!" Then the old man breaks down in incontrollable sobs. His hands tremble as he reaches for his tankard.
The nutty beggar belches loudly after he finishes his cheap watered down ale. "the sound o'thunder...hear me ROAR." He then giggles and pulls out a piece of moldy cheese. "A..a...another ale if the holyman will tithe it to me." He runs one weathered hand through his matted hair. Squinching his eyes tight he starts to mumble to himself. 'No...no..I don't want to...Nope." 'Yessssss yessss yous do."
Startled at being yelled. The old man spills some of his watered down beer. "W...w...what?" the man becomes protective of his cup. "git yer own." He mumbles. "Henk...tell 'em." the old man nods. {b]"No."[/b] Useee gots to...he ord'r." "Ain't no right to ask." "Sure he does...he's a heeeeerooooo." The old man appears to be talking to himself.
A weathered looking older human walks into the Slywink. He is wearing a furcoat pulled pretty tight and he's wearing a hat made out of racoon. He's supporting himself of knobby cane. He hacks and coughs with every step he makes. He fishes out 3 cooper pieces and places them hesitantly on the bar. "Yer cheapes'booze."
"I'll have one.' Another yells.
"Moth'r pleaz." As more beggars emerge like rats in a ships hold. How could it become a flock already. He multipled from a single soul to now what...7...no...no 10...oh dear more are coming form the other side of the street. A horde of beggars all wanting a taste of the silver that astri gave to one man. Suddenly a fist flies at the originally beggar. "Coin buys fuud...and a cot...let 'er give." One screams.
"Quell's bless'n...keep you safe." The silver quickly disappears from sight. Then like vultures on a carcass, three others beggars emerge from nearby. "Pleaz...'elp feed us, spare few coins fer th'hungry." They begin to paw at the ground near your boots.
"C..c...cop...'ers fer d'poor." The old man's face is lined from years of hard living. "Bread...coin fer soup...migrace." He tongue slips through the gap in his teeth, "I c..c..can sp...spit shine yer boots Milady." He reaches towards Astri and Chell. |
