I entered the "Lazy Druid" a local bar in Harrogath, know for it's frequent
fights, and unshady characters. The room was dimly lit and the damp air
smelled of blood and narcotics. The usual rogues, thieves and scoundrel of
the like where all mopping around the tavern.
I managed to secure a table by myself in the far corner. I yelled at the barmaid, who swiftly came over. " G'day to ya sir!" she said in a not-so- happy voice. "I'd love to have a beer" I said. " You certainly would" She scuttled off and left me alone once again. The door swung open, all eyes slowly turned to look at the new arrival. It was a rogue, probably from the east. Most of them come here seeking lost treasures. The bar maid came and delivered my beer, as if newcomers were nothing new to her eyes. After a few seconds, I turned around and took a sip of my beer. "Good day" said a low voice from the other side of the table. I immediately jumped back in surprise and drew my sword. All eyes in the tavern turned to see what had happened "Sorry to startle you - said the old man - but I simply wanted to talk" I sat back down and seethed my sword. The eyes slowly turned away and they went back to what they were doing. I looked at the man seated at my table. He wore rags and a scarf. His breath smelled of booze and he seemed none too friendly. The description of old coot would suit him well." I have some information regarding your quest young sire." " What do you mean ? My quest? What are you talking about old fool!" said Ivak. He lowered his voice" I know you seek the relic of old, the Nokozan,". That got Ivak intrigued. He and the old man talked a while. The old man finally asked 2000 gold for information regarding the treasure. He paid and the old man left, for a barstool as close as possible to the keg. Drunks, what will they do to get the booze, though Ivak.
It was getting late so Ivak was decided to go to sleep. He got up, and started slowly walking towards the 2nd floor. " Where do ya think Y'er going swine!" said a deep voice. Ivak turned around to see a very big man. He must weight at least 400 pounds. He wore a goatee and didn't seem to shy on eating, or his waist size for that matter. "I'm going to me room! And I can go when I G*d Damn please!" belched Ivak to the fat man. "Well these are my parts, and I don't like yer face boy! Now get out!" Ivaks patience was wearing thin. He raised his middle finger, and proceeded up the stairs. **CRASH** a bottle shattered on the wall right beside Ivak. He turned around to see an amused smile on the fat man's face. "Ye ain't sleeping here boy and that's final." Ivak didn't respond. He suddenly leaped halfway across the room and kicked the fat man in the head. He fell down, and as the saying goes: The Bigger they are, the harder they fall, and he was no exception. He fell like a rock! "Any other takers ?" said Ivak. The room stayed silent.
He went upstairs, tossed a coin to the barmaid, and entered his room. There was a light drizzle was coming from outside the window. Ivak slumped onto his bed, and immediately feel a sleep.
I managed to secure a table by myself in the far corner. I yelled at the barmaid, who swiftly came over. " G'day to ya sir!" she said in a not-so- happy voice. "I'd love to have a beer" I said. " You certainly would" She scuttled off and left me alone once again. The door swung open, all eyes slowly turned to look at the new arrival. It was a rogue, probably from the east. Most of them come here seeking lost treasures. The bar maid came and delivered my beer, as if newcomers were nothing new to her eyes. After a few seconds, I turned around and took a sip of my beer. "Good day" said a low voice from the other side of the table. I immediately jumped back in surprise and drew my sword. All eyes in the tavern turned to see what had happened "Sorry to startle you - said the old man - but I simply wanted to talk" I sat back down and seethed my sword. The eyes slowly turned away and they went back to what they were doing. I looked at the man seated at my table. He wore rags and a scarf. His breath smelled of booze and he seemed none too friendly. The description of old coot would suit him well." I have some information regarding your quest young sire." " What do you mean ? My quest? What are you talking about old fool!" said Ivak. He lowered his voice" I know you seek the relic of old, the Nokozan,". That got Ivak intrigued. He and the old man talked a while. The old man finally asked 2000 gold for information regarding the treasure. He paid and the old man left, for a barstool as close as possible to the keg. Drunks, what will they do to get the booze, though Ivak.
It was getting late so Ivak was decided to go to sleep. He got up, and started slowly walking towards the 2nd floor. " Where do ya think Y'er going swine!" said a deep voice. Ivak turned around to see a very big man. He must weight at least 400 pounds. He wore a goatee and didn't seem to shy on eating, or his waist size for that matter. "I'm going to me room! And I can go when I G*d Damn please!" belched Ivak to the fat man. "Well these are my parts, and I don't like yer face boy! Now get out!" Ivaks patience was wearing thin. He raised his middle finger, and proceeded up the stairs. **CRASH** a bottle shattered on the wall right beside Ivak. He turned around to see an amused smile on the fat man's face. "Ye ain't sleeping here boy and that's final." Ivak didn't respond. He suddenly leaped halfway across the room and kicked the fat man in the head. He fell down, and as the saying goes: The Bigger they are, the harder they fall, and he was no exception. He fell like a rock! "Any other takers ?" said Ivak. The room stayed silent.
He went upstairs, tossed a coin to the barmaid, and entered his room. There was a light drizzle was coming from outside the window. Ivak slumped onto his bed, and immediately feel a sleep.
