*Waggles his fingers in Flint's direction*
Dude, sounds epic, fer sure. Head on down. I'll catch up with you later.
Benny steps aside and lets the group access the stairs going down below the burnt out tavern
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Dude, man, what did you guys run up against? Must have been wicked, gnarly and fierce. Careful on those stairs, man, and don’t forget the password when you get to the door. Hey, little dude, I kept your pony safe, I hope you don’t mind we sort of fed her some carrots and apples. She loves those things, man.
Benny, walks over to the tall thin human, and answers his previous question, Dude, no worries man, there's enough room for all y'all. Just head down to the door whenever you are ready for a meal and a place to rest. Don't forget to tell the door guard that Benny said it was cool.
What, watch the pony, um, sure, dude, been mostly quiet around here for a few days anyway. Chances are pretty good everything will be fine.
Benny smiles, now that the tall human has addressed him by name. His eyes glaze over for a moment, then all expression drains from his face, then he suddenly brightens, leans out through one of the holes in the ruined wall, and pints toward the towers, There, yeah, sure I do. You just gotta climb the mountain. There’s, like a couple paths, some are wide, He drops his sword and spreads his hands out wide, and some are narrow he pulls his hands together close. take the path by the fence at the northwest corner of the village, and when it forks, go right, man, that’s the narrow path, the goblins and skeletons use that one, but the big monsters don’t
Day 2, Saturday morning, turn 75, approximately 12:20 pm Benny looks at Anders like a dog looks at a sound it doesn’t understand, turning his head on the side, Runt, no dude, Mort’s the runt, I’m the guard, lead scout even, but not the runt, but it’s cool. Benny steps away from the dark stairwell, and points, Oh, dudes, if you need a place to crash, just head on down. There’s a big door at the bottom, we made it ourselves, just tell them Benny said you were cool, and they’ll let you right in. This place is called Loamstone Hollow, after my grandfather, Eric Loamstone. He used to work for a Dwarf named Volanda, she owned this place. It was called the Pig in a Pail, I think, or something like that. It used to be a regular joint, a watering hole, a tavern bar, that catered to Dwarves and Kobold miner’s alike, but it shut down, you know, when the fires ruined the place. The basement was sort of a hidden entrance to one of our Kobold villages, and Volanda was cool with that. We stayed, when the dwarves decided to bag it in, I mean the whole town burned down, three times, or maybe it was four, I don’t remember the story, but these days hardly anyone comes up this way. We get attacked, every now and then, by skeletons and goblins, and even if they make it passed the door, they never can find us when we bug out and scramble deep into the tunnels. There’s even a secret exit, but it’s hard to get to. So head down the stairs, knock on the Door, and tell them Benny sent you.
Dude, don’t sneak up on a Kob like that, the little creature says in common, to Beldak. I mean, like you totally caught me in the coolest day dream, man, what a trip, but hey, man, what’s happening, my little man? My name is Benjamin Loamstone, but dudes call me Benny. What can I do for you, Dude? |