Post by Wicksy on Feb 11, 2008 14:12:42 GMT -5
{TTC is ill so we'll cut him some slack and carry on}
Last to enter is a rather scarred but impressive looking dwarf. He sports gleaming armour covered in engravings of dragons. It draws more than one muffled discussion. He strides to the bar next to Grimm and silenty acknolwedges his fellow dwarf with a nod. He too orders a dwarven ale.
Your orders for food and drinks are taken at the bar by a surly looking woman. She is dressed in a leather jerkin and trousers and sports unkemp dark hair off setting her pale skin. At the request to dwarven ale she laughs and replies "Dwarven ale?! We dont get much call for that 'round these parts. But i tell you what, you lads have a pint of this...if you think you can handle it" She adds the last remark with a hint of sarcasm. She cleary isnt the social type. Smirking, she turns her back to you and gathers mugs and plates. Without facing you again she points to an unused bench. You all go sit there and i'll bring your drinks over. Not giving you the chance to retaliate, the woman barks orders for food to the kitchen.
Sitting down, you all look at each other with a hint of trepidation. Six strangers sat together in a bar in the middle of nowhere....
After what seems an age, the barkeep, Maridosen as you hear her called wanders over casually and slams down the food and drink. Taking your money (call it 2sp each) she smirks once more and asks "So, what brings the likes of you out here. Nothing of interest 'round here. Nothing at all" She stands there, waiting for a reply.
Last to enter is a rather scarred but impressive looking dwarf. He sports gleaming armour covered in engravings of dragons. It draws more than one muffled discussion. He strides to the bar next to Grimm and silenty acknolwedges his fellow dwarf with a nod. He too orders a dwarven ale.
Your orders for food and drinks are taken at the bar by a surly looking woman. She is dressed in a leather jerkin and trousers and sports unkemp dark hair off setting her pale skin. At the request to dwarven ale she laughs and replies "Dwarven ale?! We dont get much call for that 'round these parts. But i tell you what, you lads have a pint of this...if you think you can handle it" She adds the last remark with a hint of sarcasm. She cleary isnt the social type. Smirking, she turns her back to you and gathers mugs and plates. Without facing you again she points to an unused bench. You all go sit there and i'll bring your drinks over. Not giving you the chance to retaliate, the woman barks orders for food to the kitchen.
Sitting down, you all look at each other with a hint of trepidation. Six strangers sat together in a bar in the middle of nowhere....
After what seems an age, the barkeep, Maridosen as you hear her called wanders over casually and slams down the food and drink. Taking your money (call it 2sp each) she smirks once more and asks "So, what brings the likes of you out here. Nothing of interest 'round here. Nothing at all" She stands there, waiting for a reply.
