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Menas frowns deeply. "Violca, dear, please stop serving the Vjarik too those that do not request it. It is an acquired taste, and I prefer to have it around for our fine Ulfen guest, for those seeking am exotic or harder drink, to protect from thieves, or to punish myself for a transgression or two. Bottom line, it is not all together pleasing to the pallet of non Ulfen folk. The fact he drank so much so quickly indicates it is probably good that I am a priest of the Drunken Lord."

Laughing loudly, Menas starts handing out beverages over the counter. He keeps an eye out for Pathfinder membership and waives the fee offering a subtle quick wink. Those who insist find their money placed in a charity box at the end of the bar.

"Violca, you're a credit to your people, my dear. Just lets not start any riots today. It's still pretty early."

Menas nods his head while cleaning a few mugs. He gives the Northman a once over and gives another quick nod, appraising him like one would a finely age glass of whiskey. [i]"Have you visited any of the local Shoanti tribes? I spent some time with the Skoan-Quah - The Skull Clan - lot of them folk believe that fighting with a weapon is a form of cowardice. I imagine you may find a worthy challenger or two. But we careful, bring a guide, you maybe able to hire one of the city living Shoanti to act as a go between. Some of them tribes are hard to understand and harder to get along with."[/b]

Menas smiles wide"For a fellow Pathfinder? Drinks are on the house Goodman. I got to say mate, you look well seasoned. I'm grateful for your business, but I'd be keener to hear what you have been up to lately. Just got in to Varasia myself, I mean I traveled here lots in my youth - but it's been a while, and things have changed.

Emerging from the basement, with a tankard in hand, the Barkeep slowly and carefully makes his way to Magnus. He sets the pitted tankard down and wipes his brow with the back of his long leather gloves.

"There! Didn't spill a drop. For your drinking - er - pleasure Goodman! Straight from the Land of the Linnorn Kings! Vjarik, the brew you choose for all your fire moat, medical purposes and drinking needs!" He turns to Violca, frowns and says as an aside "We really need our dear Barrister to draft us up some of those waivers she was rambling on about."

Turning once more to Northman "Think nothing of my garb goodman! It is not to be offensive! A good priest of the Drunken Lord knows his limits - and mine are firmly drawn at Vjarik. The expernices I have had with this mighty brew are painful, frightening, nightmarish and - may I add - at once or twice per year - far too frequent!

Menas goes through a few rapid emotions. First he seems very happy to be summoned to his higher calling of bartending. Then, his face grows wider upon seeing the massive man - clearly reeking of adventure. Then his face sinks and twitches briefly at the realization of what is to come next. He forces a half grin on to his face, not exactly cocksure - more a grin of someone who really wishes they wanted to be doing what they were about to do.

"Well... Goodman." He starts, lacking his normal certainty. "I don't suppose some Ulseberry Ale would statisfy your thirst... would it."

He looks over the Northman for a few moments, shakes his head, then answers his own question."No. I don't think it would."

He motions for the patron to give him a moment as he moves to the basement door built in to the floor behind the bar. Off a nearby hook he removes and dons a much thicker leather apron, a long pair of protective leather gloves. Then he quaffs a small alchemical vial and then pulls a cloth out of a near by pitcher. The cloth appeared to have been soaking in lemon juice and it drips as he wraps it around his face, covering nose and mouth, leaving his eyes exposed.

He takes a large ring of keys and unlocks the downstairs door with a few tries. Standing again, he offers a slight apologetic bow."But a moment, goodman. In the meantime, I am sure that Miss Grey would be happy to help take a look at the map and the language it is written in." He turns quickly to Violca and coughs under his mask as he grabs a large pitted steel flagon off the shelf.

"If I don't make it back - the bar is yours. Find my mum and pa and tell them I always wanted to make them proud."

With that, the brave barkeep, descends in to the depths of the basement.

Blinks a few seconds "Wait... Did you say Worst Rogue...? Ok - wait - yes. I need to hear this." Menas turns his full attention to Cormac, an eye arched.

Uncorking his flask once again, and taking a swig, Menas turns to Cormac again. "Worlds Greatest? Surly you have some exploits - Let ol Menas hear a few of them. As Pathfinders we are always keen to hear a tale or two. Violca and myself just got back from the Tian Xi ourselves. Wonderful people, a bit too much of pushovers, poor bastards need to grow some spines and stand up for themselves once and a while."

"I have a great disdain for proper punctuation. Never had much use for it. I leave the writing to Miss Grey. Maybe when I expand a bit I'll dress it up, but for now, the place is fine by me."

Menas tosses the silver in to the tip bowl for the kitchen staff and offers a shrug. He turns to Cormac with a grin. "A tale, yes, that you can say for sure. I think Violca is still scribing it out. Her skills lay far away from serving drinks. She'll bring in much more coin with her dancing and story telling."

Arching an eyebrow, but giving a hesitantly approving nod the Bartending-Priest busily starts filling the order.

[ooc] Profession: Bartending 31

"Goodman, not a problem. For wine, we don't have much in the higher end stuff, but I do have a bottle of 'Damsel in Distress' that I was saving for a rainy day. And when a lad such as yourself comes in my humble establishment - you can say it pours."

"As for Mead, you are in luck, I happen to have a particular sweet bottle from the Two Knights Brewery in Sandpoint. Tasty bit, was made up before the Late Unpleasantness took things over there. So it's still got the taste of happier days."

"The Rusty Dragon, also in Sandpoint, was kind enough to send us over barrel of Ulseberry Ale. Hope it's to your liking. Them Kaijitsu's aren't a bad lot at all." He lowers his breath a bit and glances around thoughtfully. "You know - for nobles."

"And if you are looking for fiery spirits - look no further! A Halfling, recently out of Chelix, gifted me a half barrel of Dragon Punch, out of gratitude. Far be it for a humble priest of Cayden Cailean to refuse the obvious favor of his lord, am I right?! So - you'll have nothing to fear for days! Provided you can keep standing."

Lining up the various beverages, he taps his foot thoughtfully, keeping careful and concerned eyes on the thin red head in front of him. On the house today mate, May the Drunken God provide. Not sure if we've met formally or not, getting a lot of faces around here these days. Names Menas, Menas Dampton. Welcome to Damptons Delve. And - don't mind Violca - she is still cranky from a bad instance with a Yeti.

The tanned skinned bartender laughs loudly as his sips from his own flask - mutters a short prayer - as if remembering something horrible.

Recently arriving back from the Tian Xia, Menas Dampton flips the open sign at "Damptons Delve". A small hole-in-the-wall bar in the Naos district in the bustling city of Magnimar.

With a morning prayer his my beloved drunken lord, Cayden Cailean, he saddles up behind the bar while the staff takes the orders of various early patrons. The staggering priest waits to see if any need his particular brand of "Wisdom".

Menas stands roughly 5'9", is of Taldane descent. Tanned skin, long curly brown hair and friendly green eyes. A fairly standard Bartenders outfit and apron upon his person. A wooden mug emblazoned with the holy symbol of Cayden Cailean hangs on his person on a chain.

"Well, another day - another penny." He says with a slight smile, watching the few regulars trickle in.

Brothers and Sisters should feel free to drop by the Naos district in Magnimar. Our high ups recently helped me slip in to the ownership of a Bar there. Lots of new Money around - with lots of interesting ideas. Come drop by at "Damptons Delve". Brothers and Sisters in freedom need no coin to be liberated from Sobriety. May the Accidental God bless all missteps.

I don't mind helping out. Shocking as it is, Scrolls sometimes like to roll up our sleeves and pitch in. I'm sure a greenhorn like myself can find somewhere to tend bar and further the good fight.

I spent some time with my folks in Magnimar when I was growing up. I know how to chat up the locals, good people, for the most part.

I'll send word when I've got settled, maybe a few of us could enjoy a whisper or two over some of the Lords Finest.

Drinks, of course, on me.