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*The mocking Laughter of the undead can be heard, as the sound clancing of armour and the thud of footsteps gets ever nearer to the tavern. A man in dark, bloodstained armour can be seen walking up to the tavern, with a Skeleton following him closely. He steps over the orc corpses grabing a few of the bones on them. He gets to the door and walks in, casting a spell turning the skeleton into a pile of bones, then picking them up as well. He hands his bloodstained sword to a Guard as he takes off his helm, revealing a trimmed white hair on a scarred, blue head. The dark elf then silently as possible walked over to the table where the Paladin was sitting and sat down. Not realizing the racial tension between the two.*

((I promise, I didn't put any of them up to it. ))

Trastus helps Luc up to the table and motions for a barmaid to bring a round of drinks.  She plops two ales onto the table and Trastus drinks them both down...obviously not planning to share with Luc all along. He looks over the room and then over the mess and chuckles a bit. “Glad I ain't gotta clean up dis mess, eh, Luc?” he says in a low voice. “'Ey, youse okay?  Youse still don' look so good. I tink I need another ale, might help yas.” 

Trastus rubbed his aching neck a bit.  What he wouldn't give for a good bath house and a nice comfy bed right then. Maybe there was a lake nearby or something.  He doubted an inn out this far had anything, but then perhaps he should ask. Surely adventurers liked to clean up a bit now and again. He hopped up and made his way to the innkeeper who was fairly flustered still over the fighting and the damage to his place. Trastus asked about a bath and room, but the innkeeper just gave him a nasty look that said, I got enough problems right now, I can't very well take the time to draw you a bath.  So Trastus just shrugged and went back to his table.  At least that probably meant there were baths. That was promising anyway...  He pulled out a bottle of something and smiled. He popped the cork on it and took a deep sniff and smiled, clearly more relaxed.  He then put the stopper back in and dropped it into a pouch.  Then he leaned forward on the table to rest a bit. 

Trastus looks up and takes the offered hand.  “Sure why not. Though Luc here is a bit out of it from being thrown through a door and window. Hasn't been his day.  Name's Trastus.  Your pet scared the fur off of me earlier.” Trastus chuckles a bit. “Though  I guess I've seen my fair share of necro pets.  Still, it's always a bit unnerving.  Say, how bout you buy the next round.” Trastus smiles a bit and then pushes on Luc as if to snap him awake or get him to focus...

Kascal was never one for taking sides, fractions yes but not good and evil. Most things are somewhere between good and evil.Kas is a little sorry about the paladin leaving, she was going to ask him a few things, just as soon as she had finished her meal. The path of a paladin sounds difficult and sometimes uncompromising. But there are times when helping someone is rewarding. Besides the thought of dressing up in shiny armour does have it's appeals.Kascal looks around the room. She's not fussed about barbarians, afterall she's seen her share of them in Qeynos, but the overwhelming presence of the freeport faction does concerns her, slightly.Eventually, her curious nature takes over and Kascal wanders over to the orge. She's never seen an orge up close. She measures herself up to the orge.. her top of her head was level with his knee. The orge looks a little worse for the wear at the moment. He had stoped foaming at the mouth but his eyes still looks blood shot. She mutters to herself,"orges don't really eat gnomes.... yeah it's just a tale ot scare children...". Nonetheless, before the orge regain his composure, a little distance between them is probably wise.Kas wonders if she can trouble Tare the half-elf bard for some stories of adventure. She has always liked a little bedtime story before she calls it a night. With a pitcher of ale in one hand, she wanders over to the Bard in hopes of enticing him into a little performance.Kascal Gnome warrior.

*Lucard starts to come to his senses , slow but surely, he stares stright ahead, and with a shocked look on his face fumbles at the bandage around his missing eye. he tares off the bandage and then after sticking 2 fingers into the empty socket , he sighs with releif* Phew still there ! * lucard looks at trastus and the darkelf sitting at the table* what the hell just happend tras ? last thing i remeber was....... oh yeah, the orcs.* Lucard takes up one of the pints and then looking at the dark elf says* Dal ultrinnan ulu el'inssrigg ! *then he downs the drink* What happend to you tras ? you look a little worse for ware ? and where did all these people come from ? And thanks to who ever tended my wounds.