The Grey Wolf Inn

[Reno]

*Another man, a short, gnarled fellow with wispy red hair and only a few teeth wobbles over to the bar.*

"Top o' the evenin' to ye, laddie. I saw what ye did to the beastie outside, and I come to thank ye. Never trusted that man m'self, always said to me laddie at the shop when he walked past, 'there's somethin odd about that feller, boyo. Ye stay well clear o' that one.' So ye did us all a big faver there, and I do be feelin' the need to congratulate ye. Let me buy ye another drink, ye look as if ye can use it."

[Reno]

*The gnarled man then seems to notice Nagir and Rakss for the first time.*

"Oh, and I be buyin' a round for yer friends here too, of course. 'Tis cause fer much celebration, I say!"

[black heart]

*Tristram lets out a heavy sigh then forces a smile and looks at the man*

"why, thank you for the drinks."

*when he gets the drink, he downs about half of it, the gets up and begins to drunkenly rummage around his belongings, after a minute, he finally pulls out a dull wooden violin*

"i don't know what it is about being drunk, but it always makes me want to play."

*he then climbs on top of an empty table, and taps his foot, then he brings the instrument to his neck and begins to play a fast paced up beat tune.*

[Kain]

"Why thank you sir, most appreciated."

At this point Nagir has drinkin at clost to 15 ales and it still has had very little effect on him. At least he is acting no different than he has been since he got here.

[bluecommander]

*shakes his head at all the drunken nonsense but smiles a little and says to no one in particular*"Be happy, you all deserve it"

*moves to as secluded a dark corner as he can find to meditate*

[Kain]

"Now lets get this party going, I haven't drunken anything in 5 minutes and I'm afraid I may be getting sober."

Nagir then nudges the old man and says, "fix me up with a few more."

Nagir then promptly yoinks a few more coins from folks outside the bar and gives them to the old man as payment.

[Reno]

*The door bangs open once more, and Creel, quite alive, swaggers in, appearing to be in nearly perfect health, except for a small partially-healed wound where the flaming sword had impaled him.*

"Ah, how refreshing. Haven't had a good brawl like that in years. Bartender, a double shot of your finest Cormyrian whiskey, please!"

*Creel inclines his head toward Tristram and smiles broadly, stroking mis moustache with his right hand.*

"We must do that again sometime."

[black heart]

*the violin falls silent, and tristrams eyes go wide*

"AHHHHHHH, zombie half-elf tiger-thingy!!!"

*he instinctively jumps back and trys to draw his sword, but in his drunken stupor, he forgot he was on a table, and falls off the edge but manages to tuck himself into a balls so when he hit the floor with a thud, he just rolled back wards. he stays still on the ground for a few seconds trying to gather his wits, and slowly begins to get up.*

[Kain]

"Bravo bravo, encore, you arrogant sword-weilding, foul mouthed, death bringing, inn destroying, person you."

Nagir then lets out another burp and buys the secluded meditator another ale and has it delivered to him.

[bluecommander]

*salutes Creel from the dark corner whether he saw it or not and continues sitting cross-legged with open hands that meet eachother at their fingertips. He inhales and exhales slowly*

[black heart]

admin said:

"Bravo bravo, encore, you arrogant sword-weilding, foul mouthed, death bringing, inn destroying, person you."

Nagir then lets out another burp and buys the secluded meditator another ale and has it delivered to him.

*forgetting completely about creel*

"foul mouthed?! now thats insulting coming from a walking meat-bag full of uncultured and drunken dwarf!"

[Kain]

gunblade said:

foul mouthed?! now thats insulting coming from a walking meat-bag full of uncultured and drunken dwarf!

"I am not drunk, *hic up* and I have plenty of culture. You know nothing of us Dwarves."

[black heart]

"dwarves dont have culture, you live in holes for christ's sake, you wouldn't know culture is it came up and spilled tea on you."


*then he suddenly remebers creel, and turns to him*

"what the...how the...*takes a deep breath*..how are you still alive, much less walking, i impaled you with my sword, through the heart none the less?"

[Kain]

"No culture. You arrogant baboon, I'll drink you to an early grave. Our stone structures will turn you white with awe."

[bluecommander]

*the ale Nagir sent Rakss arrives to his surprise and he attempts to salute him but notices the sudden argument over culture*

*feeling a little better from meditating a for a short time he gets up and starts walking over to the verbal confrontation*