Hmmpppffr "Keep Ye coin fer another." Looking a bit more closely he ponders her demeanor.
Sopping up more ale he debates if it be time for another go at the swords, looking down at the two wooden swords between him and his new found friend.
Looks at the half orcish woman. She seems a bit on the feisty side. Wonder if she would like to be part of their game outside. looing at the coin on the bar and the dwarf he lets out a laugh.
Clapping the dwarf on the shoulder he says, "Come on dwarf lets go see if we can break these swords." Grabbing one wooden sword he heads out again.
He peeps his sweaty head from the kitchen. The smell of roasted beef and buttered potatoes follows after him. He notes which wenches are doing their job and which ones are not being nice with the customers. Then without a further thought he begins singing something close to a childhood nursery rhyme twisted to sound like a tale about a knight killing a dragon. He turns around leaving the people to their ale and continues checking the boiled cabbage.
* Hearing the request from outside the kitchen makes his heart glad, he knows the more money he makes the more he can further his enterprises, be it fictitious or real. *
"It be coming lad"
* The aromas make all within the Tavern brace with anxious anticipation. *
A handsome young man walk into the tavern, he is tall, and fair of face. He seems to have a strong charismatic air about him. He is finely dressed in well made cloths, yet they are also simple and made for travel. He has deep blue eyes and golden hair that falls to his neck. He moves forward with a confidence clear to all in how his walk and in his stance. He moves toward the fireplace and takes a much needed sit for he is weary from all his travels. He notices the young women by the fire in conversation with the dwarf at the table, but sees it's one way. He also sees that she is a half-orc, but that is nothing new; he has travel with a few half-orcs on his travels. He asks her, "My lady you seem to be very quit, what bring you to these parts", a bright smile on his face.
Edited: Thomaslee on 30th Dec, 2009 - 11:49pm
With a deep resonating belch he turn looking pleased with himself, "Cabbage what does he thinks we are rabbits? " A bit more loudly he call to the wench, "Be there a meal fit fer a dwarf back there say half a pig or lamb?"
Taking in the quiet new comer he ponders the caution that s used and thinks the fresh meat might be unsure of his sword arm and smiles inwardly.
Lionel turns to look at the rude belcher, a frown on his face, but he feels he should not judge the belcher, at least not yet. "Good sir, I see you are the type that likes a good time, my name is Lionel, and I have traveled far from my home, could I by chance know the name of the great fighter by whom I speak with?", Lionel asks with his most open smile.
Edited: Thomaslee on 7th Jan, 2010 - 7:26pm