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Not being distracted in the slightest, Grog's doesn't find the joke amusing; more akin to yelling fire in a crowded room.
Seeing the inquisitive look on a nearby patron's face, the half-orc grunts, "Dontcha even thunk it, numb nuts."
The grumpy bartender's eyes are cold, and the drunk commoner waves his hand to say, no way, not me.
Grog looks back down into Dwain's face, the hot breath smelling of some strange food that he doesn't recognize. The smell isn't bad though, the bartender has surprisingly good hygiene. "Yew not be tryin' start a riot now, are ya?"
A barmaid comes through the crowd that is now watching the spectacle, and she interjects with a smile speaking to Dwain, "Luv, you are not making the Guildmaster's friend angry, now are you? The last time some novice adventurer and his four companions did that, Grog tossed them all out by himself. He just snatched their weapons away and proceeded to knock their heads together. But the priests of Pelor can cure you up afterward, for a reasonable fee, if you are not going to apologize."
Grog holds off pounding the bard, waiting to see what he will say.
--- Enter Taladric ---
Please include the BBCode link for Invis Castle rolls. It is not that I don't trust you, but I won't even let my own brother use his real dice unless I am watching. All the DMs use on-line rollers when they are players too.
As you enter into the common room of the Guild, you see many adventurous types mingling and conversing. Some are swapping stories, others drinking ale, and even a few engaged in games of chance. You have heard that newcomers should speak to a Dwarf named Deves Markham
, a retired fighter that is a prominent member of the Guild.
There appears to be some altercation going on at the bar between the burly half-orc bartender and some strangely dressed individual. Murmuring from the crowd indicates that it has to do with a patron not paying his bar tab or something.