Dragon Warriors

Waiting to enter an inn

Those questions have no answers at the moment. The Sten men and Lucky see a man dragging another man into the inn.

Within the inn

"Gerrof me" shrieks the old soak, who Bedwere had seen drinking away earlier in the pub.

He slurs. "I tolds you that I'd be along when I woz ready. Yer a hard woman for a man to loves, Maud."

He sinks into the seat, and slumps. "But I does love yer. Now c'mere and giz us a kiss."

Bedwere may note that the man seems very drunk.

Lucky follows the men into the inn.

OOC Is Lucky being accompanied by anyone?

Sten shrugs "dunno guess we will see in a minute" he says to Lucky as he and Jacob follow Lucky into the Inn

Leila just smirks and finishes her repast.

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co-author Fury of the Deep
co-author Friends or Foes
co-author Dragon Warriors Players Guide
co-author Cold Fury
co-author Cadaver Draconis
co-author Ordo Draconis 1 and 2.

Bedwere plonks down beside the drunk. "Naw, flattered as I am, I wouldn't risk your Maud's ire by stealin' a smooch off her old man. You ain't quite made it home yet, old timer, you did a loop! Where'v ya been, now? What's out an' about in Saxton tonight?" He's ready to catch the man if he falls off his chair.

OOC, do I know where he lives? Does he seem okay, apart from being plastered?

At the sight of the old drunkard Corvin snorts derisively and jams his sword back into its sheath.

“Don’t puke all over our table old timer!” he mutters as he resumes his seat and takes up his tankard again.

Sten, Lucky, and Jacob walk into a bar

Sten recognises a few of the patrons. A few years have left their mark on the men he used to know, but familiar enough.

There are two men that he doesn't recognise, a thin man in robes, his face shiny with the scarring of one who has been too close to fire, and another man, crooked, his blue hood high around his face, grasping a staff.

The first man looms over another man in a chair, the bulk of him making Sten and Lucky think this was the man hauled in. Sten sees that this is Farmer Mugger, a man he knew as he was growing up. The years certainly haven't been kind to him, making him grotesquely fat and lank haired. He slumps in the chair.

Bedwere and Drystan stand alert in the bar.

Three men enter, one of who they recognise as the head village guard. A large man with him, bearing a vague familial resemblance, and something in a hood.

As Bedwere leans over the fat man he's dragged in, he notices, in addition to the stink of booze, green flecks around the man's mouth.