Wednesdęg 1840hrs New Moon
The red headed woman moves off.
Jak Crimmy seats you at a table near the stairs which lead up to your rooms. When asked, he says there is nothing special going on and that most nights are like this in the tavern.
As the three of you await the return of your companions, you are entertained at one point by a drunken barefoot halfling that jumps atop one of the tables and dances a little jig. A new tune starts up and the halfling takes on a serious look with a squinted eye which is comical.
"Glintaxe, a mighty hero of the dwarven race,
Seeker of heirlooms lost without trace,
He ventured the deeps where old evil sleeps,
He perished in the halls of some dark place.
(A Chorus erputs, tankards raised high)
Ho! A Ho! A Ho! Adventuring they did go,
Seeking glory, treasure and fame!
Ho! A Ho! A Ho! Adventuring they did go,
Naught but one returned, a ballad we sang!
(End Chorus, some laughter, halfling continues)
His restless spirit still stalks the night,
His shining axe still glows bright,
I’ve seen his ghost, and this is no boast,
I’ve ne’er laid eyes on a more fearful sight.
(Chorus erupts)
Ho! A Ho! A Ho! Adventuring they did go,
A Drink to the dwarf and to bury your woes!
A Ho! A Ho!
Jak Crimmy seems to enjoy the ballad to Glintaxe and claps along and drinks with the rest of the crowd. As soon as the halfling has finished the ballad though, the innkeeper shoos him from the table and yells for Carla to clean the table of possible hairfoot worms. Damnable cheery Hin, Jak grumbles inwardly.
This message was last updated by the GM at 18:33, Mon 14 Nov 2022.