”Tha Ballad o' Tha Forgotten” should seem appropriate, eh? After all, we have been forgotten, each an' every one o' us.*The large Barbarian seated in the shadows by the door, wearing a black robe, spat on the floor*Bah, what matter is it what ye play, ye'll not be findin' a quick coin here, bard. But if ye do, I'd be aholdin' on tight ta yer purse, else ye might be walkin' a bit more lightly than ye planned on, eh 'cat'? *He begins to laugh uncontrollably, nearly falling off his chair. As he does so, his hood falls back slightly, revealing just a bit of hair. What is able to be seen looks as though it is on fire, red mixed with some lighter tints of red and orange. His face is covered with the usual markings of his people, and he has brown eyes. After a minute of laughing he manages to regain his composure, pulls his hood over the rest of his head again, and leans back against the wall, almost fading into the shadows.*
*A confused look goes over Tare's face. Ballad of the forgotten... Cat? This man (Lor) must have been confused, or maybe the halfelf needed a haircut. Tare didn't especially like barbarians, or anything bigger than himself for that matter. He always looked at the barbarians wierd tatoos, and the wierder fact that the men wore skirts, as an excuse to not like them. Tare's high elf half was responsible for the dislike of other, less civilized, races*If you think you can steal from me, your saddly mistaken. If you try to steal from me, you will saddly regret it. Stop acting like a bloody fool.
Looking over at the bartender, who was staring down the high elf with a irritated look, then looking back to the Ratonga, the elf knight spoke with a snarl.”Keeping things civil with a rat? You should feel lucky I waste my breath to even talk to you. But fear not, I have no intentions of breaking any rules, so your skin is safe for now. I'll only have a problem with you if you transgress against the law.”Looking over at the bard, his attitude considerably lightens as he speaks in a friendly tone that almost seems like a different person.”Fear not for your coin my brother, for you are in the company of The Order Guard, none would dare break the law in my presence. But do play something lively, for the atmsphere of this tavern leaves a foul taste in my mouth, and a good elvish tune would surely be a welcome relief.”The knight then scans the rest of the room with arrogant confidence, keeping an eye on the other patrons, oblivious to the fact that he isnt in the safest place and probably should be somewhat less vocal.Hearing the barbarians comments the paladin regarded him with such a pompous look that would make even followers of the Quellious want to slap him silly. With a haughty sniff in the air he turns back watching the door intently.
*The door to the tavern once again opens, and a hooded figure dressed in black and red leather walks over to the bar. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a silver coin and tosses it across the room into the bards hat.After mumbling somthing to the bar tender, Thom produces 2 drinks which the stranger then carrys over to the the same table that the ratonga is sitting . He places the 2 dinks on the table and pulls back his hood, to reveal his extreemly scared face with one eye missing. he is clearly Half elf* ' Long time no see Trastus' * the half elf slides one of the drink to the ratonga* ' Lets see how much you can win from me this time' * with an evil grin the half elf pulls out a hefty bag of coins, and starts to roll the dice.
A large cloaked figure enters the room, lowering his hood and scans the room with eyes as grey as the seas after a storm. Pushing back his cloak to reveal an array of swords and daggers, as well as a bow and arrows at his hip, his heavy plate armour is highly polished and catches the light of the room blinding any of those unfortunate to be in the path of the glare temporarily. His long black hair, moustache and goatee are flecked with silver though he doesn't show any other signs of his age.Swaggering up to the bar, he places some coin on the counter and says, "I'll have a hearty mead barkeep as well as some stew and bread if you have it! I'll be over there, if someone can bring it to me," he says motioning to an empty corner table by the fire. The barkeep raises an eyebrow at the barbarian seemingly distracted by the tatooes that crisscross his arms, "Eh? Oh, yes.. ah.. sir, I'll have one of th' servin' girls bring it out to ya." Nodding as much to himself as to the barkeep, he stalks over to his table, takes a seat and unsheaths a nasty looking blade and beings sharpening it while humming a tune to himself.