THE WIZARDS WAR
THE BLACK BEAR INN
"The Black Bear Inn"
The gold letters almost sparkled in the light of the full moon. The wood looked perfect, and exept for just a slight squeak of the hindges it was perfect. Desirable, even inquisitive, and most loved of all, a clean, warm, well lit place, that served Elven Ale. What could the two brothers want more? There was a party inside, but already Caybon could tell that it wasn't a celebration. Every night was a party, "That is an old sign." Caybon said
Calabain's grin left as he looked over at him, "What did you say?"
"The sign is old. But it looks new." he repeated himself. As his eyes watched the sign sway, to and fro on its hindges.
"Whats that matter?"
"The wood is partly chipped. But the letters on the sign are beautiful, which means that the owner is too lazy to get a new sign."
Calabain leaned over against his brother, "Or, it could mean that they have no time to repaint it." He gave him a small hug, and then walked to the door, which hung open for anybody to just simply walk inside, "The place seems friendly." He closed his eyes and sniffed the air, "Ahhh, the smell of good, high grade tobacco. Gotta love it!"
Caybon slowly turned around and looke at the door, "Christ, look at all that smoke."
"And its there for the pickings!"
Caybon was not a social type, in fact, he had never been to a social gathering in his life, but his mouth watered at the sweet aroma of burning tobacco. He slowly took a step foreward and walked inside, "You won't regret this Cay!" he said following him inside.
"Shut up." He stopped at the entrace and saw the different people of differet races mingling together. Laughing, drinking, flirting. Alot of women would get knocked up that night.
"You get the smokes, I'll get the ale!"
"Make sure its elven!"
"I've known your for 20 years, what the hel do you think I was going to get stupid!"
Caybon looked around the room. He was suddenly pushed out of the way. He frowed as he looked aroud to see who had pushed him, then the grung came. He suddenly jumped out of the way as he saw a dwarf walking out of the tavern with a big breasted wentch at his side. Caybon shivered as he tried to push the strage situation out of his mind. He didnt' know how it was possible, but then again, he didn't want to know. Don't ask, don't tell.He thought to himself and continued to look around.
"Hey pritty lady!" Calabain said with a wink.
"Greetings, my name is SweetSigh, and I am married." She said holding her hand up to reveal her gold ring.
"Can't win them all. Elven Ale. I'm showing my brother a good time for once in his life."
"Never seen you around before." A young ladies voice said.
Calabain looked to the side and saw a blond haired woman in a white dress with tigerlillies in her hair, "And who might you be?" he asked lookign the woman over from head to toe.
"I might happen to be named TigerLilly."
"Hmmm, no ring, I may have a chance with you."
"Don't push your luck. I'm engaged."
"Wheres yer ring?"
"Going to be."
Calabain shrugged and walked off with the two drinks. A man dressed in pure black walked by him who almost ran into him, "Watch it asshole!" the man said in a gruff and sinister voice.
"Hey Cardoc, why don't you stop being such a hard on all the time!" A woman said in the background. Calabain looked towards the voice and saw another beautiful blond haired woman with her hands on her hips. Her big green eyes shot darts at the gruff man. She looked well built and capable of handilng herself.
"Shut up Skihi." he said pushing past Calabain.
Calabin's eyebrows rise and fell twice, "Well then, how nice." He said and walked over and sat down with Caybon, "Why do all the beautiful women come here?" he asked sitting down. If the castle is anywhere near here, I am going to have a ball. This will be my grace land." He looked over at Caybon who had already lit up a cigarette, "Penny for your thoughs?"
"We need to find somebody who is familiar with the area."
"Did you notice the beautiful women around?"
"Never mind that for now."
"You know, if my dick was as stiff as your social life I would get all the chicks."
"Impotence will kill your social life."
"Is that whats wrong? Gee, here I was thinking it was your socal life. Stupid me."
"Cor non Darrack?." (You seen Darrack?)
Calabain put the cup down and looked at him, "Sor, que?" (No why?)
"Suway dolso din." (Worried about him.)
"Que?" Calabain asked taking another drink.
"De fol sentol dinsar." (He can handle himself.)
"De's son fempar el sil berra." (He's not right in the head)
"Te dien cor sirre forrer dil fempar sirre ont?" (It took you this long to figure this out?) "Fem will de entor fempar el sil berra?" (Whe was he ever right in the head?)
"E don serro. Te's demorrer" (I don't know. It's disturbing.)
"What the hell kinda jibberish is that?" The two of them looked up and saw Skihi standing above them.
"Hmm, I got a better question, why were you trying to listen in on our conversation?" Caybon asked with a sour voice.
"I wasn't, I was walking by."