Rokevin looked at the dwarf.
"So you're telling me that Fealyyur is gay?" Rokevin asked as he tugged on the mule behind them.
"No, I'm saying that all elf men are gay" the dwarf responded.
"I have a hard time believing that the wizard is fag." The man retorted
"Believe what ever you want to believe, but just cuz you believe the sky if green doesn't make it so." Palak said.
"What makes you so sure that he is gay?" Rokevin asked his stout friend.
"He's an elf!" Palak answered, as the two of them continued down the street.
"Besides that, what other evidence have you seen of this?" the man asked.
"It's
his mannerisms, the way he's always smiling. The way he's always
so… so…buoyant." The dwarf answered. "It ain't right to be
happy all the time."
The two continued to down the streets of
Waterdeep.
"Do you know what he did the other day?" the dwarf asked.
"No." Rokevin replied.
"He tried to give me fashion advice. Fashion advice!" Palak yelled. "Can you believe that?"
"What was wrong with what you had on?" Rokevin asked.
"It was too much like armor." The dwarf replied.
"And?" the man asked.
"… It was armor!" a slightly irritated dwarf said. "In fact it was what I'm wearing now."
"That leather thing's armor?" the man asked
"It sure is." Said Palak
They continued north, the rest of the city bustling around them.
"Do you know what else?" Palak asked his yellow haired companion
"What?" the man asked in turn.
"The elf also wears his hair long like a woman." The dwarf answered.
"You know ain't right of you." The man said.
"What isn't?" The dwarf asked.
"Picking on him cuz he's the new guy. The man said.
"I'm not picking on him cuz he's new." Dwarf calmly said. "I'm picking on him cuz he's a damn faggot!" The dwarf yelled with such ferocity it he got some looks from people passing by.
"Look enough with this 'every elf is a faggot' shit! Stop counting like a halfling. " The man sternly said.
"Fine but don't come crying to me when you get raped in the ass by an elf." the dwarf said.
"Raped in the ass?" Rokevin asked.
"Yep it's for that reason I always sleep face up." The dwarf answered.
"Why so you can get it in the mouth?" The human joked.
"Ha." The dwarf responded. "No so he can get it in the belly, and by it I mean my ax."
"Hold up." The man said. "Is this the place?"
"I don't know" the dwarf replied as he stroked his long dark beard. "I don't read elf. It has a picture of a turtle with his mouth open."
"Yeah this is it." The man said.
"How do you know?" the dwarf asked
"It's a yawning tortoise, and that's the name of the inn we're suppose to go to." The man answered.
"What's a tortoise?" the dwarf asked
"I don't know it's like a turtle but different." The man replied as they entered the inn.
"Welcome to The Yawning Tortoise." The elf at the bar said with an all too friendly smile.
Palak gave a look to his companion.
"You should have the name of your inn in common, instead of elf." The dwarf said
"Two things" The elf said in a slightly seductive voice. "There is no word for tortoise in common, or even yawning for that matter, and second this is an elf bar sweetie we serve elvish drinks to elf customers." The elf finished, but Palak and Rokevin had already left.
"Is that the door?" The dwarf asked as the two of them made there way down the hall.
"Yeah" The man replied as he put his ear to the door.
"Did you hear any thing?" The dwarf asked.
"No." The Rokevin said as he began to pick the lock to the room.
"Wait." The human said. "Keep it clean, we don't want to have to explain why there is blood every where now do we?"
The dwarf gave his blond companion a nod then entered the room.
The room itself was small with a window in the back. There was a dresser off to the left, and an armoire of the right. The bed was located in the back under the window, and inside the bed laid a woman. The man, Brahm, was just getting dressed when the dwarf and man entered the room. Brahm looked at the two assailants that entered his room.
"Damn!" Brahm yelled.
"What is it?" The girl asked as she woke up.
"Nobody said nothing about a hooker." The dwarf said.
"I'm not a hooker." The girl retorted, and with that one of Rokevin's daggers flew into the girl's soft neck squirting warm blood all over the bed.
"Please." Brahm complained and whined.
"Now you can make this more complicated than this has to be, or you can comply. If you comply we'll kill you quick. Now what's it gunna be?" The dwarf asked.
Brahm jumped out the second story window.
"Damn it! He jumped out the window!" the dwarf exclaimed.
"Really?" Rokevin said sarcastically as he looked out the window. Brahm was attempting to get away but his broken leg was making it difficult.
"Damnation!" the dwarf exclaimed. "What the hell do we do?" he asked.
"I don't…damn it!" Rokevin panicked. "Lemme think…okay I got it. You clean up this mess here and I'll take care of the guy."
"Why do I have to take care of the mess?" The dwarf asked
"While you're arguing with me he's getting away! Do you know what will happen to us if he does?" Rokevin screamed.
"Fine go get the bastard I'm not stopping you!" the dwarf screamed back.
"You're talking to me!" Rokevin exclaimed.
"Just get the guy!" Palak screamed
"I am!" Rokevin screamed as he ran out of the room.
The dwarf looked at the dead girl. This was gunna be one tough mess to clean up, even without the guy running from them. Palak gave a sigh; he had hoped to have a hassle-free day. The dwarf unfastened the bag, then got to work dismembering the woman to make her easier to transport. After that he had no idea what to do with the bloody bed and sheets.
Rokevin ran out in the streets of Waterdeep, and began to head in the direction Brahm was staggering of in. Profanity spewed from his mouth as he ran. The blond waterhavian raced down the cobbled streets, but to no success.
"Ahhrgg!" Rokevin screamed in anger and fear.
"Be calm friend." A voice from behind said.
Rokevin turned around to find him self standing face to face with a tall half-orc. The half-orc was barely dressed, and what he did have on was tattered and ruined.
"I'm not your friend" Rokevin said to the half-orc. "But maybe you can help me anyway. I'm looking for a man with a broken leg. He came hobbling this way just a second ago. Did you see him?"
"No, I haven't seen anyone but you. Why are you searching for this man? His he a friend of yours?" the half-orc asked.
"I just need him." The blond human said. "Will gold help jog your memory? Is that what you want?" Rokevin asked.
"Your gold is worthless to me." The half-orc replied.
"You know you're the first homeless person I know who's passed up gold." Rokevin commented.
"Who said I was homeless?" inquired the half-orc.
"Are you?" Rokevin asked.
"If by homeless you mean I own a building in which to dwell, than yes. If you mean that all of Toril itself is my home, than no." The half-orc replied.
"Ack! The guy!" Rokvin suddenly remembered as he ran off in search for Brahm. The half-orc simply smiled.