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Disturbed rudely and abruptly out of her thoughts, Elaralith quickly raises her head and glances at the chaos. She spots the cause of it all: Paul Laffing. Raising her hands over Paul, she utters a prayer and a shower of glittering light seems to fall upon him. "Do try not to injure yourself and others anymore." With a small sigh she gathers her robe up and her staff and makes for the door of the tavern. "Fare thee well my friends this place is too chaotic for praying, Elara shine upon you all brightly...Kalypse, Moathia perhaps we can continue our conversation in the peaceful forest." Elaralith then walks out of the door into the forest.

A stubby little fellow with a long beared and busy bloodshot eyes that are bearly visable through the visor of his thick steel helm sways about on a barstood with short legs bearly hanging a third of the way to the floor. He swings his mug about geusturing rudely. Blurting out loudly to a hardly interested cloaked lady beside him.

"...So i sez to 'da fella.. *hic* I SEZ *hic*... 'Ifin you like da broiled ham den you GOT'STA try da roat rabbite! har har har *hic*.. git it? ROAST RABBITE? HAR HAR HAR HAR.... an... and.. den...."

Clunk! His heavy helmet hits the bartop and the ugly little dwarf begins to snore from his alcohol induced coma. The cloaked lady looks at him sideways and quietly slides her stool as far away from the dwarf as she can.

[OOC: still dont have an account yet, just figured id get to know some people and how things work before i join.]

Sees the dwarf passed out and takes advantage of it and desides to look through his wallet . Only to find fleas and cobwebs. feeling sorry for the dwarf he drops a few gold in his wallet then places it back and goes back to reading a spell book.

An hour later the stubby little fellow wakes up with a splitting headache...

"Argh..."

He looks around thru squinted eyes and rubs his helmet groggily. Soon he finds the bartender standing before him polishing a dusty goblet. "I think its time we settle your tab, buddy..." the bartender says with a bit of distain hidden in his voice.

"erhm.. Teeeab? Whazzat?"

The bartender glares at the dwarf as he scratches his beard.

"MONEY! you know, those shiney little coins that you pay for ALL of that ale you just guzzled."

"Oooh.. dat. Aye, dem are neat. But me aint got no monies. maybies youz take raddishes. Me got lots 'o dem raddishes."

"*sigh......* lousy dwarfs." The bartender motions to a basin full of dirty dishes. "You can work it off!"

The dwarf scratches his beard and climbs off of the towering barstool. Painfully unware of the new jingle in his wallet poutch due to the splitting handover. Waddling off to do the dishes and mumbling under his breath about already having his bath for the year..

Moathia shouts and takes off her ruined cloak, reavealing a white tunic, and a pair of white trousers. Looking at the cloak. "Dam human!!! Do you know how much this cost me!!!"

Mishrack sudenly appears from the tunnel stairs. Having been down to inspect Dwarftown, he has now built up quite a thirst. Firstly walking around the tables greeting his friends, he ends up by Caranthir's side, and orders some ale. Moments later Caranthir and he down tankard after tankard of cool frothing ale to celebrate the Silverstar's earnings.
Some moments later he gestures at Sevious to come join him at the counter, and upon his arrival, Mishrack leans over and whispers something in his ear. Sevious then nods and returns to his seat, where he initiates agrave conversation with Cain.

Damien in his corner opens his eyes from the noise and sees an apple flying by. He quickly grabs it, looks at the disturbing trouble, and raises an eyebrow.
"What a waste", he mumbles, and closes his eyes again as Loki continues his playing. Just to open them again when he hears Moethia shouting "Dam human!!! Do you know how much this cost me!!!". A little irritated, he looks at her, as if recognizing the mess just now.

"There is no need for any more trouble. Too much alcoholic drinks for that human, i fear... do not let them cause any more imbalance than necessary. Elaraltih is a great tailor. She knows much about cloth and how to treat it."
Then, he simply closes his eyes again, as if nothing happened.

A tall lizard walks in, humming, sees some of his friends and asks if they would like to buy some of his gems

The human at the bar looks up from his cup of tea and turns around. He looks at the mess which was caused by this drunk guy. His head shaking he mumbles something about alcohole being poison for the soul, before he turns back to his tea.

Salathe notices no one wants any gems... so he asks if anyone wants any gem encrested rings.

Paul Laffing, miraculously recovering thanks to Elaralith's magic, walks back into the bar and gives everyone an ingot and apologizes to them. He then walks over to the bartender, pays Golum's tab, and discusses how much the damage will cost him. He starts sweating profusely after the bartender gives him some numbers.

Salathe smiles while watching paul hesitate to make his decision about the

Kalypse walks slowly on Moathia's direction. She comes closer to her seemingly surprised and worried about her last shout. She places her left hand slightly over her right shoulder.

Moathia, you shouldn't seem so angry. Such things happen sometimes and it is not anger that will solve it. Please be a little more patient... you are young and have not seen yet how patience will solve your problems much better and faster than any other reaction. Elaralith can help you with this... As for your mention to how much it cost... you, as an elf, should know that money is the one thing you don't need in order to be happy. Money is just a symbol of what you have accomplished so you can help others and be helped by exchanging what you can do best and what others can do best. Money by itself means nothing... what it represents is what should be kept in mind. Search for the solutions to your problem, don't agravate them...

Kalypse smiles gently and brushes Moathia's hair before leading her outside to meet Elaralith.

Paul Laffing sneaks away from the dishes, gets some gems from his chest, and starts taking potshots at everyone on the bar with them. He laughs as Sevious gets hit in the eye. When the bartender turns around, Paul pretends he didn't do anything. He then pleadingly looks to Elaralith for help, but realizes she is not there.

Damien opens his eyes just a moment before a small gem hits his shoulder.
"Ouch. ", he says, sounding more surprised than hurt as he recognizes what it is. Looking at the small but valuable object, he looks around, shrugs, and puts it into his bag.
Then he closes his eyes again, listening to the music.

Salathes looks around with excitement and picks up some gems and asks cain if he would like to buy some

Salathe notices cain has left. Dissapointed he turns and asks others if they would like to buy some gems

In steps an interesting character, the strange Beowulf Roughknight. Seeing Salathe, he approaches. "Thou art the merchant of gems? Might I have a moment of thy time so we may discuss business? I am quite interested in buying them." Beowulf takes a seat near Salathe and begins discussing business.

Salathe starts talking to Beowulf. Actually Cain recently bought many of my gems, so i can sell you a few, i need to keep some. But I can sell you ringsi specialize more in those.

I see... I have no use for rings I am afraid.. I am a goldsmith myself. All I desire are gems at this time. Beowulf says. He then sits idly and waits for a response.

Paul Laffing craftfully makes a piece of paper fall in Beowulf's lap. It says," I will sell you gems. Just look up."
Beowulf looks up only to be bombarded by tons of gems, some smacking him in the face. When Paul temporarily runs out of gems, he falls on the ground laughing until the bartender kicks him and angrily yells at him to get busy. Paul makes faces at the bartender behind his back .