Pyrodamus has business to attend to elsewhere. I will return o the Green Dragon Inn later this night. May the flame of the torch light your way my friends.

A barrel o' sunshine here lads, heh?

A real warm spot in this cold world.

*Takes the glass and calmly nods.*

Thank you for both the refreshment and the warning.

*He slowly drinks from the glass, trusting, or fearless, or stupid, or apathetic of his own fate.*

******* looks at Barbus' hair longingly - then to the bottle

A drink you fancy?

That will do for a start

I love how he was speaking in the third person, that won't get annoying at all.

I like you when you drink lad!!

*reaches again into the magic sack on his belt, producing a fresh bottle, and yet another glass* Join us for a drink, it is refreshing to see another of my kind around here. *passes the drink your way*

Wait till I get going.

******* step out of character to @Vun

Imagine if I kept that lad on what we are drinkin'

Ah finally I am out of the kitchen for a little while. thank you Barbus for catching that boar last night. It surely tastes great with the gravy I made with it.

Serving everybody some food and rolling a barrel of Goblin's Brew for everyone to pour from. The barkeep then takes a list from the countertop of the bar and looks at his list. He then shakes his head. "My order of dwarven's mead hasn't come yet, he mumbles to himself. "If you excuse me once again but I must go to see why the delay of delivery today. May you enjoy the barrel of brew and the food before you!"

Can do!

Old friend, let me handle the procurement of the Meade, I will assure you, the supply will never be late again.... *gives a semi-evil grin* I shall return. *places 5 ruby dragon scales on the table and excuses himself*

...Oh boy, somethings gonna get killed, or at least horribly maimed...

*He sighs a little and takes another drink.*

****** follows Barbus out the door to watch

My old friend Barbus thank you for the offer. I will try to handle them peacefully. They are not getting any gold from me until they deliver that dwarven mead!

He shakes his head and was about to turn to go back to the kitchen.

Then stops and turns.

I just wanted to announce that a regular here will go off to distant lands for better fortunes. May Pookienell our hobbit necromancer soon pick up her monkey before she goes. If not it will look like I adopted a pet. I will have to ask the owner if it is okay, otherwise find someone to take him. A feisty little animal I must say.

Perhaps Pookinell will fares us well before setting of on her adventure.

He gives a big sigh then turns back staring at his list before heading back into the kitchen.