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Timestamp - Evening, 5th of Winter, AV 513
The air was hot and stuffy tonight in The Pig's Foot Tavern, smoke hung thick and heavy in the air along with the smell of alcohol, the sound of raucous laughter filled the room as the bard sung a witty tune about an Eypharian women with six arms and her six husbands delight and the tension of the inevitable brawl that always came with a good time could be sensed by all the patrons.
In fact even Garret himself was having a good time tonight. He had perched himself on a uneven barstool, constantly adjusting his position in a vain attempt to find some comfort on it, his elbows rested on the splintering wooden counter that had been the victim of numerous carvings in a patrons moment of boredom, usually consisting of a crude picture of an unsavoury nature, and an empty tankard stood in front of him, nestled between his rough hands.
"Same again Garret?" Merv asked, he stood opposite Garret, wiping the bar down with a dampened cloth that did little to help the dirty, blackened wood. He knew Garret well enough, he came through Sunberth frequently enough not to be considered a foreigner by Merv but was by no means a close friend of the grizzled old bartender but coin was coin and Garret was regular enough not to be tossed out head first through the doors at the first sign of any trouble from Garret.
"Fill it up" He said quickly, eager for the old bartender to move along but he didn't budge, in fact he stared directly at the mercenary, clearing his throat expectantly "Problem?" Garret asked
"Yes, even in this part of the world we pay for things" Merv said sarcastically, holding out a wrinkled palm. Rather begrudgingly Garret placed a couple of dirty old silver in it, which Merv quickly pocketed "Thank you, welcome back to Sunberth by the way".
As he went on his way Garret glared at him, or more accurately at his back. He had never liked Sunbeth so many people would wonder why after three long years elsewhere why would he return? Because it was a damn good place to get money and shed blood; and right now those were two things he would love to do. But he kept his calm and returned to his now full tankard, sipping from it tentatively as the hideous quality became apparent to him, but just as coin was coin, ale was ale and he would never turn down some drink down.
As the pale orange glow of the early evening turned into the dark blue ink blot of night, very little changed in The Pig's Foot Tavern. Merv continued to tend to the bar, filling up Garret's tankard when he requested it, the bard continued to tell bawdy tales of old, right now he was performing a popular rendition of "The Akalak with a limp Lakan" and jovial nature of the patrons continued to grow, interrupted only by a short fist fight between two gamblers over the result of a hand of cards.
Best of all the two barstools either side of Garret had remained completely vacant, and anyone who had attempted to sit down on the had promptly left when Garret had turned his head around to see who was disturbing his solitude, confronting them with a piercing stare as they awkwardly shuffled off to find another seat.
Timestamp - Evening, 5th of Winter, AV 513
The air was hot and stuffy tonight in The Pig's Foot Tavern, smoke hung thick and heavy in the air along with the smell of alcohol, the sound of raucous laughter filled the room as the bard sung a witty tune about an Eypharian women with six arms and her six husbands delight and the tension of the inevitable brawl that always came with a good time could be sensed by all the patrons.
In fact even Garret himself was having a good time tonight. He had perched himself on a uneven barstool, constantly adjusting his position in a vain attempt to find some comfort on it, his elbows rested on the splintering wooden counter that had been the victim of numerous carvings in a patrons moment of boredom, usually consisting of a crude picture of an unsavoury nature, and an empty tankard stood in front of him, nestled between his rough hands.
"Same again Garret?" Merv asked, he stood opposite Garret, wiping the bar down with a dampened cloth that did little to help the dirty, blackened wood. He knew Garret well enough, he came through Sunberth frequently enough not to be considered a foreigner by Merv but was by no means a close friend of the grizzled old bartender but coin was coin and Garret was regular enough not to be tossed out head first through the doors at the first sign of any trouble from Garret.
"Fill it up" He said quickly, eager for the old bartender to move along but he didn't budge, in fact he stared directly at the mercenary, clearing his throat expectantly "Problem?" Garret asked
"Yes, even in this part of the world we pay for things" Merv said sarcastically, holding out a wrinkled palm. Rather begrudgingly Garret placed a couple of dirty old silver in it, which Merv quickly pocketed "Thank you, welcome back to Sunberth by the way".
As he went on his way Garret glared at him, or more accurately at his back. He had never liked Sunbeth so many people would wonder why after three long years elsewhere why would he return? Because it was a damn good place to get money and shed blood; and right now those were two things he would love to do. But he kept his calm and returned to his now full tankard, sipping from it tentatively as the hideous quality became apparent to him, but just as coin was coin, ale was ale and he would never turn down some drink down.
As the pale orange glow of the early evening turned into the dark blue ink blot of night, very little changed in The Pig's Foot Tavern. Merv continued to tend to the bar, filling up Garret's tankard when he requested it, the bard continued to tell bawdy tales of old, right now he was performing a popular rendition of "The Akalak with a limp Lakan" and jovial nature of the patrons continued to grow, interrupted only by a short fist fight between two gamblers over the result of a hand of cards.
Best of all the two barstools either side of Garret had remained completely vacant, and anyone who had attempted to sit down on the had promptly left when Garret had turned his head around to see who was disturbing his solitude, confronting them with a piercing stare as they awkwardly shuffled off to find another seat.