Chaine looks at Karrin and sighs with an air of long-suffering.
"Yes," he says finally, "I can believe that of you."
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"Y'know, I must be going crazy.. I think I understood about 1/12th of what's going on..."
Chaine smiles for the first time and says simply, "I'll drink to that. Arneson and Gygax." He lifts his mug and drinks.
Chaine nods as if humouring a mad person, "A doughnut in the sky... of course..."
Chaine half closes his eyes, "And dare I ask.... 'Sigil'?"
"I, ah, didn't say I was from anywhere..." Chaine says suspiciously, "So... this is a gateway to other realms?"
Chaine looks blankly at the assembled table, blinks, and then says to Sharinda, "Ale... dark." before sitting down at a spare chair numbly. "Right, start again. What in Desna's name is a transitive plane?"
Chaine looks dubiously at the table, his hand itching to draw his sword at what appears to be a group of monsters, he mutters, "Yeah, fine, a drink..." He looks around for any spare seats, and asks in a tone of voice that tries to conceal his rising panic, "What in the hells is this place? This wasn't here before."
Chaine looks intently through narrowed eyes at the waitress, "What? What kind of talk is that? I just want a drink." he says with a bluster that tries to mask unease.
A dark, scowling young man enters. "What in the hells..." he mutters upon seeing the bizarre collection of bodies making up the patrons of the inn. "I thought I hadn't seen this pub before..." he grumbles, but looks around for a bar in any case. |