* The Place
Entrance Concourse
The main road you are travelling upon is truly a piece of Dwarven
craftsmanship. Smoothly and evenly paved, it takes you deep into the fiery
heart of the Iron Hills. Measuring about fifteen paces wide and a ceiling
perhaps two-thirds that, the soft breeze which blows through this space reminds
all of the surface which is nearby.
Making his way from the North, Brican wanders down the corridor with little
care in his direction. He smiles as he sees Gumbart before him and makes a
course towards him, narrowly avoiding a few obstucles along the way. "Greetings
cousin, what brings you to the hill?" he says in a cheerful voice.
Gumbart waves and shruggs with a apologetic grin, "I fell ill in the last days
of our trip home and when my spirits revived, I found myself left behind. My
party left for Mount Erebor, leaving me behind. I'm recovering my strenght,
now, and I am trying to find a few people to accompany me to Erebor..."
Brican nods towards Gumbart thoughtfully for a moment, "I must admit Cousin, I
myself have not been to Erebor myself. Is it a long dangerous road?"
You say, "Well, you know how it is. It's not far, it not hidden in the shadows,
but there are always bandits and other rogues making travel difficult for the
lone merchant. And now my ponies are ladden with coffee and wine from Buhr
Mahrling, I am just as slow as on my way east, therefore I shall need
assistance. And you know that I am not a fighter."
Grabbin a apple from his pocket Brican offers it to Gumbart, it seems to be
fresh enough. "Aye, I have heard news of some warders and scouts leaving soon
on a erand, I'm not totally sure if they will be travelling your way but
perhaps you can convince them to escourt you to your destination."
Gumbart graciously accepts the appel, wipes it on his cloak and bites into it.
After some munching, he says, "You brubablu light... Mphmphmph... Uh! You are
probably right, Brican, I've heard that some sort of bandit was caught alive a
few days back. I don't know what they are going to do to her, though. I met
this warder who seems to have spent some time in Erebor named Bofa, she was
just about to join a questioning of the bandit. Don't know what happened
thereafter, though. Perhaps they plan to take the bandit's hideout?"
Brican nods towards Gumbart, "I heard some rumours about this bandit as well,
apparently she will be having a trail sometime soon as well. Well Gumbart,
perhaps you can ask the scout Kang if he be willing to go along with you. I
have heard rumours he will be going with a human to help him, but thats a
secret matter."
Gumbart ponders something for a moment. "What kind of fellow is Kang? I've
never heard of him. He was not on our trip, was he? I'm not sure what I should
think of a dwarf that seemingly associates easily with humans. Before I could
trust him, I would have to know more. I have yet to meet a trustworthy human."
he says.
Brican nods towards Gumbart, "Well Raelin has spoken with this Kang, and he
finds this matter of helping human both dangerous and somewhat light headed. I
would not trust the human as easily as he. Kalidar, the scout who brought the
human amongst us was regretting the night he brought a human into our camps,
you can understand why, he brings trouble from the south with him."
Gumbart shakes his head, "Oh, do you mean this tall human with the longsword
that had a long talk with Lord Nori? I overheard part of what they said. War
was brewing among the Easterlings, it seems. I didn't stay to the end, however,
so I don't even know wether this human actually joined our party or wether he
moved on. Lord Nori didn't seem too pleased with a wanted human in our camp,
brought in by some naive scout or other.". He chuckles, "Well, it was a long
and intricate Easterling story, however."
Brican nods towards Gumbart, "Apparently the human you mention made it back to
the hill, and won the heart of one of the scouts, Kang is his name as I told
you. Kang apparently is planning to go along with the human and help him with
him troubles in the east. When I think of it, the scout would be more naive to
the backstabbing ways of humans then untrustworthy."
Dalor strolls in from the grand foyer munching a piece of fruit that looks like
it came from the marketplace. He ambles along humming a dwarfish tune to
himself as he sees the other Khazad in the hall. "Good day, cousins, Dalor son
of Balor at your service and your faimlys."
Brican whispers in Gumbart direction as Dalor makes his way into the room,
"Well this hear dwarf here is strange mark my words, he comes in the other day
as if he was my long lost brother, looking in my direction, apparently he did
not even know me, just trying to let me know that he is the new herald of this
land.
Doinar
Before you is a sandy haired dwarf who is approximately 4 feet tall. His beard
is forked into 3 plaites and each is tied with a ribbon of a different color;
one is orange another green and the third is white. Tucked into his belt is an
axe with an 8 pointed star emblazoned on the haft. As you meet his eyes you see
they are a very dark green and are always moving and darting as if he is
constanly searching for something just within sight.
Dalor
As you gaze across at this medium-size, large build dwarf, he seems to stand a
little taller with the large leather boots he is wearing. His forest green
cloak almost covers up the dark red fiber shirt he is wearing. The leather
leggings peek out under the fringe of his cloak. You look a little higher past
the silver clasp that binds his cloak to the black trimmed beard that encircles
his head. His nose and mouth are totally non-descript, but as you examine his
eyes you notice a peircing hardness that speaks of a troubled past, but fades
into mirth.
Gumbart turns towards the new arrival. "Greetings, Gumbart, son of Oibart, at
your service and your family's." And turning to yet the other new arrival, he
adds, "And hello to you, too, young dwarf." He turns towards Brican again and
motions silence.
Dalor nods to Doinar, "Good evening cousin."
Doinar says, "A good evening to you. My name is Doinar son of Damli the Stout."
Doinar says, "and who might all of you be?"
Gumbart looks around. "I am a merchant from Erebor, I just came back from a
trip to Buhr Mahrling, amongst the Easterlings, close to Rhun. When I came back
I fell ill and was left behind. Are you residents of the Iron Hills? I know
practically nothing of it."
Doinar says, "I am only lately a resident of the Hills proper."
Dalor says, "I was sent round to mention to my cousins in Emyn-Engrin, that I
have a special message for you.. I don't belive I have had the pleasure of
meeting you cousin?" He looks inquisitively at Gumbart. "My message was for
only the Khazads of Emyn-Engrin..?"
Gumbart grins, "Well, I guess it's not for me, then. Is it to be delivered
now?"
Brican smiles towards Dalor, "Well cousin, if you cannot trust one of your
fellow Khazad, then who can you trust, this merchant I can vouch for his
intregrity. You may safely let us hear the message in his presence if you
wish."
Dalor nods, "Soon my good cousin, the ruler of our hills sent me round to
deliver the message." He turns to Doinar, I am unofficialy the hearald of these
hills."
Gumbart beams with pride as he bows low towards Brican, "Thank you, Brican."
Doinar says, "and your name? I don't believe I caught any but Gumbarts here.
and apparantly you are Brican? :gestures toward Brican"
Dalor bows low, "My apologies good cousin, you can't trust everyone these
days." He grins and looks thoughtfull, "I was instructed to tell all
Emyn-Engrin residents that there is to be a large meeting of the dwarfs,
commonly called a moot, I was to check to see who was coming?" He looks around
at his fellow dwarfs.
Brican smiles towards Doinar, "How rude of me, I had forgotten your question
just a moment ago, I am Brican, son of Grimcan, Apprentice Merchant of Master
Arwin."
Gumbart raises his eyebrows at Brican's last statement, but says nothing.
Doinar bowing sweepingly "hail and well met Master Brican
You say, "So there is a moot of Emyn-Engrin dwarves tonight? I will have to
busy myself elsewhere, then."
Doinar says, "and you, good herald, are?"
Dalor says, "I thought I had already introduced myself, my apologies, I am
Dalor, son of Balor, the unofficial herald of the hills of Emyn-Engrin, I will
take any message you have to the leaders of our hills" he bows low.
Doinar says, "greetings Dalor son of Balor. I must have arrived just after
introductions before."
Dalor says, "I belive I will become official tonight at the moot."
Brican nods towards Dalor for a moment, "I will be attending the Moot, if
Master Arwin himself gives me leave, his scheduling has left me with little
time to myself. I had to make a excuse just to get some free time now."
Doinar says, "my hearty congratulations to you on this great endeavor"
You say, "Where exactly are the hills you come from located? You are truly
their herald and ambassador here in Emyn-Engrin?"
Dalor grins, "I am the herald of Emyn-Engrin, and it is my job to go round an
get and deliver messages for the rulers, I will also deliver messages for
them." He bows and smiles.
You say, "It seems strange to me that the dwarves in the Iron Hills are living
so dispersed. In Erebor there is but the one mountain with its fabulous
palace."
Doinar says, "Can you give a message to Lord Nori or should I use the Khazad
Post for it?"
Dalor say,"I can deliver any message to Lord Nori for you."
Gumbart mumbles, "The benfits of the rich and famous..."
Brican smiles towards Gumbart, "Aye cousin, perhaps you will do me the honour
of having a drink of dwarvish ale in the pub. Some of the finest ale under the
hill and perhaps we can talk of your travels."
Gumbart grins back at Brican and mumbles, "Aye, they seem to be quite happy,
don't they?"
Doinar says, "Please tell Lord Nori that Doinar son of Damli sends his respects
and desires to be examined in his martial abilities so he can take his place
with the Ravenfeather Scouts."
Dalor has disconnected.
Doinar says, "might I join the both of you for a drink? If not I shan't be
offended."
Gumbart gives Brican a hesitant glance.
Doinar says, "Tis alright. You both obviously have things to discuss."
You say, "Nonono, cousin, you misunderstand. I just don't know where the
closest tavern is. You two are from the area, are you not? I've heard about
some Earless Elf or something... Shouldn't that be due north from here?"
Brican nods towards Gumbart for a moment, "Due north it is"
Doinar says, "I'm not sure myself. I haven't been to the Halls here long
myself. My family is from away north"
Gumbart nods happily, "Let's go, then!"
You take off on the road to the north.
Grand Foyer
This great hall is given to the Kings and Heroes of dwarven tradition. Great
pillars carved in their images line the hall. Carefully carved by dwarven
craftsmen, each pillar has taken years of work and toil. A great many torches
and chandeliers shed their light on this magnificent example of the ability for
stonework by the Dwarves.
The foyer is rather quiet, these being the evening hours.
Brican passes through the doorway to the north as the guards look him over.
Doinar passes through the doorway to the north as the guards look him over.
The guards look you over and let you pass.
Long Hall
The main road continues through the mountains, beautifully crafted and
painstakingly made. Lamps and torches placed in niches in the wall give light
as you walk down this great road. You can see many different dwarves walking
along with you attending to their business or just simply out for a walk. You
also notice a few dwarven warders that seem to constantly patrol the Iron Hills
to keep everything secure.
You travel on down the road.
Market Square
The market area in the Iron Hills has quieted down some since the retaking of
Erebor, but there still are a lot of dwarves that keep shop around here. The
square is filled with various vendors trying to get your attention to buy their
wares. Just about everything that you might need for a trek to the outside
world can be found here. Every once in awhile you see a guard patrolling the
square making sure everything is all right. The shops that carry the more
specialized wares have their own rooms. The dwarves' famous pub is also here at
the north end of the market.
Doinar arrives from the south.
You swagger into the Earless Elf in hopes of having a good time.
Pub
The sounds of dwarvish drinking songs fill this tavern as does the smell of
strong ale. The famous Earless Elf is close to full of Khazad discussing or
shouting about their day. A great stone hearth is visible off to the right as
one enters. A wooden chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling giving a
flickering light and adding a rustic feel to the ancient bar. Along with every
other timeless element here, stands Mir who manages her bar with an iron hand.
The fireplace is quiet, the wood there waiting to be set alit.
A number of dwarves spot you as you enter and raise their mugs with a cheer,
"Hail Gumbart! Come in and rest, and have a drink among your kinsmen!"
One sitting near the bar adds, "And a tale or two would be appreciated to be
sure.."
Doinar arrives from the market square.
With a smile and which later turns to a foolish grin, Brican makes his way to
the bar and says to Mir, "One of your finest ale for me and my two friends here
Mir."
Amidst the noise and confusion, Gumbart manages wriggle his way through the
crowd until he stands right next to Brican, "Wow! What a commotion!"
Doinar says, "I am much obliged to you Brican"
As the ale is placed before Gumbart his eyes start to shine and he grabs the
mug with Ereborian enthusiasm. "Well then," he cries, "to Emyn-Engrin!"
Crashing his mug on the bar Doinar yells "To Emyn-Engrin!!!!!
Brican smiles as he picks up his mug, "To friends, so Gumbart, I have come to
ask you a question, when you are leaving to Erebor, I may be able to come with
you, would you accept me as a travelling partner?"
A grin spreads across Gumbart's wrinkled face, "Why, of course!! Brican, I
really liked travelling with you to Buhr Mahrling, so I wouldn't mind you at
all on my trip back to Erebor. It's always good to travel with friends."
Doinar suddenly picks up his mug and guzzles his ale fiercely, ale spilling out
and dripping on his beard onto the floor. With a florish he finishes and
belches loudly.
After a moment, Gumbart adds, "I wonder what kind of character Bofa is. I met
her yesterday and she offered to accompany me. You don't know her, I guess.
She's a warder but spent the last months in Erebor. I didn't know her in
Erebor, however."
Doinar says, "How long of a trip is it to Erebor?"
Stroking his beard, Brican looks thoughtfully towards Gumbart, "To be honest
with you, I had a word or two with her at this very pub, the others, Lord Bifur
seemed to know her and greeted her well. She has come to care for her sick
father from what I could gather.
Gumbart leans back and stares at the ceiling for a moment, "Let's see if I
remember. We left on ... hm ... and then ... uh, about two weeks, maybe less?
It's 250 miles as the crow flies, if I remember correctly."
Doinar looks at his sadly empty mug of ale. "Mir!" he calls "bring us another
round!"
Doinar says, "250 miles! Such a long way! My father talked of going to Erebor a
few times but wouldn't say much about it."
Gumbart laughs, "Aye, Erebor has drawn a lot of Emyn-Engrin folk since the end
of cursed Smaug!" and staring at his mug again, he adds, "I wonder what made
Bofa go to Erebor in the first place."
Doinar looks around "Mir! Where is that other round? I'm failing fast from
thirst!"
Doinar says, "Smaug! now there is a tale to tell. I wonder if there are any
other Dragons left in the world? And if they have treasures for the winning?"
As he waits for another round, Gumbart's gaze seems to go right through the
walls. He looks for Mir and catches Brican's eyes, giving him a short,
questioning look. "Hmm," he mumbles, "there is always a fortune to be made for
the strong and stout."
Gumbart's voice drops low as he adds, "I've heard rumours about a way to
fortune..." His voice trails away.
Doinar says, "Is the road dangerous to this fortune?"
Brican nods towards Gumbart, "But that such a treasure can be found I think is
doubtful, Smaug I think had the hoard of the last of the treasures, and now
they belong back in the hands of the rightful owners, don't you think so
Gumbart?"
Gumbart looks around, trying to check on the busy crowd. As nobody seems to
listen, he whispers to the two fellows at the bar, "Smaug stole an incredible
fortune from Thrain, didn't he? But after that, he wasn't able to accumulate
more of it. The source of gold and power had gone. And I have heard rumours
about his son, Thrain. He went mad in the end, it is said!"
Doinar says, "Mad? because of Smaug?"
The tavern door slams open as a young stout dwarf enters the room. Looking
about the room he notices a few farmilar faces, then apon further looking he
notices a few un-farmilar faces. Muttering to himself he makes his way to the
bar and takes a seat. "An Ale Mir!" he shouts out as he spins in his chair
looking round the room.
Kang arrives from the market square.
Doinar says, "That is understandable considering Smaug was such a loathsome
beast. And the treasure he stole was supposed to be enormous"
Gumbart shakes his head, shooting a mistrustful glance to the noisy arrival.
"No, he went west to Ered Luin is what I heard. And he didn't stay there,
either. And I am sure he or his father carried their source of wealth and glory
along." After a pause he adds, more agitated than before, "They managed to
spirit it away under Smaug's eyes!"
Doinar says, "But how could anything be taken from under a dragons eyes!? Even
I know they keep a count on there money to a nicety."
Brican looks towards Gumbart with alarm, he hushes his voice and says with
agitation, "Do you think it is wise to talk of such thing in such company, many
are coming and going and rumours will be flying around the bar in no time. You
will see ever dwarf from the hill head west in search of long lost treasure."
Gumbart hushes, "No need to shout! These things are dangerous to speak,
dangerous hear, dangerous to even think, I know. We shall stop it here an now,
you are right, Brican."
Calmer, Gumbart adds, "If you are interested, Doinar, you will know where to
find me."
Doinar says, "Wait. Are you insinuating I will tell everyone here about this?"
As Mir drops an ale in-front of Kang, he grins and shouts out, "Dis be some
fine ale Mir! Probally the best ever made.." He pauses looking directly at
Gumbart... Chuckling, he looks round the bar nodding to a few of the dwarfs who
sit round..
Brican turning to Doinar to address him with a hush, "No, I don't think that is
what we mean, just that in a bar, private conversations have a way of finding
themselves in the ear of all under the hill."
Just before the tavern door slams in Bofa's face, she reaches her foot out to
stop it. Shoving the door open with her foot she walks through, or is carried
through by the gust of wind. With her cloak flapping about she quickly kicks
the door closed behind her and walks to the tavern and a quicker pace than
normal. Tossing a few coins on the bar she motions to Mir without saying a
word. Mir quickly rushes to the back room and returns with a dark mug of ale
and a bowl of hot stew. Taking her stew and ale, she nods to Mir and heads over
to an empty table near the fire. Only after taking a seat does she bother to
glance around the tavern at the patrons. While waiting for her stew to cool
down she slowly sips on her ale and watches the merchant dwarf Gumbart speaking
with an unfamiliar Khazad.
Bofa arrives from the market square.
Gumbart shoots a telling glance at the other people at the bar. It seems that
the old Ereborian has attracted some attention, because quite a few glances
turn away, slowly, as Gumbart tries to stare them down.
Khelin arrives from the market square.
Belching loudly Doinar gets up and struts to the bar where he gets 4 ales to
bring back to his aquaitances. On the way he stumbles spilling some of one of
the mugs. Reaching his friends he guzzles a mug and slamms the empty on the
table with a dull thud.
Bofa's thoughts are distracted a moment as she hears the voice of that
troublesome scout. Shaking her head in his direction a look of disappointment
crosses her face as she recalls her conversation with Kalidar. Returning her
gaze to merchant she calls to him over the crowd "Aya Cousin, I see ya found
our humble tavern. I'm hope yer findin everything to yer likin."
Brican smiles in his Gumbart direction as he looks down to his beard, he turns
his attention over his shoulder to the new arrival Bofa and looks back towards
Gumbart and quietly whispers in his ear, "There is that strange bofa you
mentioned about, Do you trust her of yet?"
Gumbart raises his hand and waves over toward the warder. He whispers to Brican
through his beard, "No more of this, I beg you." Louder, he cries, "Hail, Bofa,
well met in this tavern of the hapless elf!" and motions her to approach the
bar, "Why don't you join us here?"
Doinar moves over to make room for the Dwarf that Gumbart had called to. He
makes sure his drinks come with him.
Kang looks at Bofa, staring at her, "Aye, this tavern is where i grew up...I
love this place.." he smirks taking a pull from his ale.."I don't think I have
seen ye face round here before..though I might be mistaken.. For I am Kang,
RavenFeath Scout of the Iron Hills. And who be you m'lady?" He grins, taking
another pull from his ale.
Brican looks over towards Bofa, "Perhaps Mi'lady would care to offer some
story, you said the last time we met that perhaps you would tell us a tale at
some other time, well what better time, with a ale in hand and a pipe and weed
nearby."
Doinar bangs his mug. "Yes!" he cries. "A tale worthy of so fine a crowd!!!"
Gumbart happily joins Brican, "Yes, Mi'lady, a story!"
Gumbart sighs with relief as the other guests turn away. No more hidden glances
seem to muster the three dwarves at the bar.
Taking a large bite of her stew, Bofa washes it down with a large swig of ale
and calls back to Gumbart "Aye, yer offer is appreciated but I prefer the
warmth of the fire I get at this table. Then chuckling over at the scout and
says "Aye, though we have not met I was here during a little...ummm what's the
word...conversation tween yerself and yer Commander recently. He didn't look
too happy I should say."
As the group at the bar begin to get a little restless, Bofa motions over to
them "Akh, calm yerselves." Rubbing her bearded chin she ponders a few moments
then says "My travels were quite uneventful but I may have a humorous tale or
two to share. Join me at my table." Calling to Mir she says "May as well bring
a few pitchers Mir, this group sounds thirsty."
Bofa sits at the stone table.
Gumbart takes his mug and gets to his feed, shining eyes and a bit unsteady.
"Let's go then, friends!" He wobbles over to the stone table.
Standing from the bar, Brican makes his way over the the stone table, at a
subdued rate of speed.
Doinar grabbs 2 more mugs of ale and ambles over to the stone table, a bit of a
stagger to his gait.
Brican sits at the stone table.
You sit at the stone table.
Kang nods to Bofa as she walks to the table, "Aye, he indeed isn't a happy
camper..A bit ticked at me for decided to go south to fight, without his
consult." He sighs, as Bofa goes to the table. Spinning round in his chair..he
sits at the bar, one hand on his cheek the other on the counter-top. His Face
glaring at his mug, he appears to be thinking to himself as a few in the corner
speak quietly of tales..
Gumbart nudges Brican and whispers, "Hm, so this is Kang..."
Brican nods towards Gumbart solemnly and whispers in return, "Aye that is the
one called Kang, he is not in favour with the lords at the moment, but I think
he would be a good fighting companion in time of need."
As Doinar closes nearer, Brican quickly ends his converstation with Gumbart and
turns to Doinar and simply nods.
As the dwarves quickly get seated at her table, Bofa hurries to scarf down her
stew. Pushing the bowl aside just as Mir shows up with two fresh pitchers. Mir
places the pitchers in the center of the table and grabs the bowl along with
the pile of coins Bofa left on the table. Laughing at Mir, she says "Just keep
the ale flowing Mir, this could be a long night."
Seeing Kang turn his back to the group she calls out to him "Join us, maybe you
yerself has a tale or two to share with these fine dwarves." Adding with a
snicker as she again recalls the interaction between the scout and Kalidar she
says "I know you have a tale I'd be interested in hearing."
Gumbart grins in real or faked drunken stupor, "Aye, let's hear a tale about
this feather-scout..."
Kang turns his head as he is called, then pointing to himself he lets out a
long sigh. Then standing from the stool, ale in hand, he makes his way to the
table, taking a seat next to Bofa.. "Aye, don't get me started with him..." he
mutters as he sits, then takes a pull of ale. "He is not the commander I once
knew..He has changed.." he trails off as he leans back in the chair.
Kang sits at the stone table.
Gumbart whispers to Brican, "Who is he talking about, do I know his commander?"
Doinar eyes Gumbart with a flash of irritation as he catches or thinks he
catches a bit of sarcasm at the words 'feather-scout'
Brican turns his attention towards Kang, "Kalidar has become a fast friend of
mine scout, I believe he has probably saved your neck more than one time."
Doinar calls out "Your tale my lass! What of your story?"
Kang turning to Brican he laughs, "Save my neck eh? I don't belive he has..In
fact, I don't think me and him have personally gone out scouting...He is to
busy with the "other" scouts, he sighs then continues... "He...I...well.." He
trails off shaking his head and taking a pull of ale...
Trying to keep the spirits high of those around her, Bofa looks over to Kang
and says "That can be a tale for another day. For now, I think introductions
are in order. I know some of you but for those of you who have never met me, I
am Bofa, Daughter of Bolan and a proud Warder of these Hills!"
Taking a swig of his ale, Doinar spills some on Brican as he stands and, in a
sweeping bow, announces "And I am Doinar son of Damli the Stout".
Gumbart says, "All of you know me, except for you," trying to get up and bowing
in Kang's direction. "I am Gumbart, son of Oibart; a merchant from Erebor, at
your service." he says with a slurr.
A look of anger comes over Brican face, but he suppresses after a few minutes
of stewing. He takes a cloth from a pocket in his tunic and slowly cleans up
his beard of the fallen ale.
Kang sighs and nods as Bofa speaks, "Go ahead M'Lady..Speak your mind..." He
then looks to Gumbart and nods, "Well met friend..I am Kang, RavenFeather Scout
the Iron Hills..Hated by most.."He chuckles then looks at Doinar, "I am Kang,
RavenFeather Scout the Iron Hills"
Bofa chuckles at the group of dwarves who have appeared to be enjoying Mir's
fine ale for some time now. Nodding to them all individually she fills her
tankard from the pitcher on the table and takes a long drag. Reaching into her
cloak she pulls out a finely crafted pipe and a small red pouch. Eyeing the
pipe closely, Bofa's thoughts seem to wander off for a moment. Shaking the
thoughts from her head, she tends to snap back into reality. Taking a pinch of
weed from her pouch she packs it into the pipe and places it in her mouth and
lights it. Taking a long drag from it and enhaling deeply before releasing it.
The smoke lingers a moment in the huddled group then slowly fades away.
Once the introductions are finished Bofa says "Well met each of ya." Shaking
her head again at Kang she adds "Even yerself Kang. Now lets see where do I
start..." Taking her mug, she gulps from her ale then puts it back on the
table. Clearing her throat she says "Well now where was I...ahh yes, a tale.
Now this one involves a certain miner that ya all may know. His name is Rogon."
She pauses a moment to see if anyone in the group recognizes the name before
continuing.
Bofa draws a handful of pipe-weed from a pouch and packs it into her pipe.
Bofa ignites the weed in her pipe with her tinderbox.
Gumbart takes out some of his dice and toys with them, absentmindedly,
listening to the conversation with half an ear. As one of his dice drops and
rolls of the table, he starts to slide down; crawling and muttering under the
table he tries to find his dice. As he starts climbing back on his bench, he
looses his balance and barely manages to hold on to the bench. Slowly, he pulls
himself back on his bench. Exhausted, he leans back. His eyeslids flutter for a
few seconds and then close themselves firmly. His head rolls back and the
alcohol fumes rise above his brown-toothed mouth like smoke from Mount Doom...
Bofa blows a wobbly smoke ring from her round shaped lips which promptly
dissipates a few inches from the opening.
Doinar raises his mug toward Kang and says "Then perhaps we shall see each
other on occasion Master Kang for I am hoping to start service soon in the
Scouts."
Bofa takes a puff from her pipe. A harsh odor of some strong, rough tobacco
enters your nostrils.
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