The dusty Tavern
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| - | *Next to the [[Drunk Barfly|curvy woman]] with incredibly dark skin, sitting closest to the sun. Judging by | + | *Next to the [[Drunk Barfly|curvy woman]] with incredibly dark skin, sitting closest to the sun. Judging by her number of empty cups and difficulty sitting upright; it appears she's just drunk enough for someone to make a move on. |
| - | *Next to the [[Band of Orcs|six orcs]] over by the table next to you, with | + | *Next to the [[Band of Orcs|six orcs]] over by the table next to you, with scars and weapons of proud warriors. They seem to be having a blast, armwrestling and laughing at crude jokes. |
*Next to the [[Shady stranger|mysterious stranger]] in a dark tagelmust closest to the wall. Something seems a bit odd about him though. He's neither drinking or sitting with someone, but instead just looking around with a shady glare. | *Next to the [[Shady stranger|mysterious stranger]] in a dark tagelmust closest to the wall. Something seems a bit odd about him though. He's neither drinking or sitting with someone, but instead just looking around with a shady glare. | ||
Current revision as of 11:32, 5 April 2014
Around tiny wooden tables, in the shade of a big, overhanging awning, there's a number of different people gathered. Desert nomads in ghutras, mercenaries in scalemail and women in their underwear. A fat, mostachioed old man walks around with a tray of drinks, and one can only assume he's the bartender.
On a hot day like this, it seems like all the tables are taken. You are, however, able to spot a few empty seats here and there.
Where do you sit?
- Next to the curvy woman with incredibly dark skin, sitting closest to the sun. Judging by her number of empty cups and difficulty sitting upright; it appears she's just drunk enough for someone to make a move on.
- Next to the six orcs over by the table next to you, with scars and weapons of proud warriors. They seem to be having a blast, armwrestling and laughing at crude jokes.
- Next to the mysterious stranger in a dark tagelmust closest to the wall. Something seems a bit odd about him though. He's neither drinking or sitting with someone, but instead just looking around with a shady glare.
| Status | ||
| Health | Dangerously Horny, mated to Bethilda | Equipment:
Pants |
| Experience | Virgin | |
| HP | 100 | |
