Diary notes
Posted: Mon Jan 20, 2025 4:13 am
Evening 14th of Adras
"Seem like today is not my lucky day. No prey insight anywhere."
Lotta Medborgar grumpyly walking on the forest trail back to town.
"Better to crash Winged Sow Tavern today and drink my sorrow away. And might as well sell information to some greenhorn while i'm at it. I wonder who will pay for my beers today? Keh heh heh"
Laughing by himself, Lotta keep walking and thinking about the next vict... ehh patron who will generously provide his daily need of booze for the day, already forget about the little trouble earlier.
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At the tavern.
"Hey Hagar. A beer for me" Lotta yell at the barkeep.
"Keep quiet or i'll kick your sorry dwarf-ass out of here Lotta. This tavern floor is underground and it echo. How many times had i told you that goddang it!"
"Pah. Whatever. I'll have my beers at the usual spot near the balcony"
Sometimes later.
"Hm? There're a group coming in. What do we've here? 1 guy, 2 guys, 3 gu.. 2 guys 1 gals. And a freaking elf to boots. For the love of bloody Adron, what's a knive-ears think she doing here? Order a bottle of spring water and preach about Ushara? Pfft now my beers tasted like piss haizz..."
"Seem like that smaller guy paying the bill. Never seen him before. Maybe i can exchange some information for that tasty looking grilled lamb?
....
"And now a hairless-looking barbarian woman walk into the bar. What's could go wrong i wonder?"
....
"Hah! It seem the little human take fancy to the little elf. That big guy just left and he's already exchange seat. Annnddd that barbarian woman looking annoyed keheheh. Oh drama drama"
....
"Ugh tension is rising. Why can't they just enjoy their drink quietly and leave other in peace for once?"
"Why the hell are you standing up at him? Look at that big guy! He's obviously a thug living on edge. He's gonna carve your face in the wall and draw you a new noses. For what? A bloody scrawny harlot??"
....
"It's seem the wrinkled on Hagar face are increasing. I'm better out of here and get back home to rest. Still need to get ready for the hunt early tomorrow morning anyway."
"Haizz, nothing ever go my way"
"Seem like today is not my lucky day. No prey insight anywhere."
Lotta Medborgar grumpyly walking on the forest trail back to town.
"Better to crash Winged Sow Tavern today and drink my sorrow away. And might as well sell information to some greenhorn while i'm at it. I wonder who will pay for my beers today? Keh heh heh"
Laughing by himself, Lotta keep walking and thinking about the next vict... ehh patron who will generously provide his daily need of booze for the day, already forget about the little trouble earlier.
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At the tavern.
"Hey Hagar. A beer for me" Lotta yell at the barkeep.
"Keep quiet or i'll kick your sorry dwarf-ass out of here Lotta. This tavern floor is underground and it echo. How many times had i told you that goddang it!"
"Pah. Whatever. I'll have my beers at the usual spot near the balcony"
Sometimes later.
"Hm? There're a group coming in. What do we've here? 1 guy, 2 guys, 3 gu.. 2 guys 1 gals. And a freaking elf to boots. For the love of bloody Adron, what's a knive-ears think she doing here? Order a bottle of spring water and preach about Ushara? Pfft now my beers tasted like piss haizz..."
"Seem like that smaller guy paying the bill. Never seen him before. Maybe i can exchange some information for that tasty looking grilled lamb?
....
"And now a hairless-looking barbarian woman walk into the bar. What's could go wrong i wonder?"
....
"Hah! It seem the little human take fancy to the little elf. That big guy just left and he's already exchange seat. Annnddd that barbarian woman looking annoyed keheheh. Oh drama drama"
....
"Ugh tension is rising. Why can't they just enjoy their drink quietly and leave other in peace for once?"
"Why the hell are you standing up at him? Look at that big guy! He's obviously a thug living on edge. He's gonna carve your face in the wall and draw you a new noses. For what? A bloody scrawny harlot??"
....
"It's seem the wrinkled on Hagar face are increasing. I'm better out of here and get back home to rest. Still need to get ready for the hunt early tomorrow morning anyway."
"Haizz, nothing ever go my way"