The Unexpectables
Another Woe of Helga's
The Owlman
It was a couple hours before midnight. Helga was taking tankards from a table up to the bar, the other barmaids cleaning the floors and tables preemptively for closing time. The mood in the tavern was calm, a few Dwarves, some who occasionally stayed this late mumbled amongst themselves. A few Humans and Elf's intermingled with one another and other tables, and one Dragonborn, who sat alone at a table, pouring over some papers that were strewn in an unorganized manner.
As, Helga resumed her position back behind the bar, an obscured person walked in the Sweet Dragon. Helga glanced in his direction, noting that he was of human size, had bare feet and wore a cloak and hood, both made of dark Grey feathers. In addition, she noticed the hood had two pointy, puffy area's on either side of the hood. The feathery cloaked figure then approached the bar, his footsteps falling heavily, his hood covering the upper parts of his face.
Upon reaching the bar, he simply stood there in silence. He did appear as quite intimidating.
Helga cleaned a Tankard, not intimidated in the slightest.
As she finished the task, she looked at the stranger who she could now see the face of much more clearly. 'He,' was human, his face very dirty with some stubble. His eyes simply glared at eyes in an unwavering fashion.
"Can I help you?" Said Helga in her thick Orcish accent.
At this the stranger's face seemed to tighten, and swiftly raising his feathery cloak above his shoulders, and holding it with his hands as if they where wings, revealing nothing underneath his cloak but some cotton underwaer, he screamed;
"I AM OWLMAN!"
There was a pause.
"Vunderful," said Helga. "Now you buy drink."
"I AM OWLMAN!" The stranger replied.
Helga looked down at the Tankard and inspected it to see if it was clean. She then placed it down on the counter top, along with her rag and looked at the stranger again.
"You not buy drink, you leave."
"I! AAAAAM! OOOWLLLLLLMAAAN! CAAAW!"
Helga then moved from behind the Bar and stood for a split second about two feet in front of the revealing stranger, before she then closed the gap between them at a blinding, terrifying speed, screaming as she did so;
"THANKYOU SCARBLES!"
After what appeared to be a kind of grabbing and spinning motion, the stranger flew across tavern towards the door, which although no one had seen or heard how or by who, was now open.
As the thud of the stranger hitting the ground outside was heard, a scraggly voice called to Helga.
"You're welcome!" Called Scarbles, just as a half inebriated Dwarve jumped in shock, noticing her toothy Goblin grin from within the shadow of the open door.
Outside, Luistrog was standing guard, and was unphased by the stranger landing on the ground several feet in front of him. He then heard Helga call, presumably to him.
"If he has no money, do not let him in!"
As her words ended the stranger began to rise, doing his best not to use his hands as they were still clasping his cloak, raised above his shoulders, in what appeared as a ghastly attempt to keep the charade aloft. He then approached and stood in front of Luistrog.
"I AM OWLMAN!" He cried, breathing heavily.
Luistrog simply stood, staring at the man.
After nearly half a minute he then asked the stranger;
"Do you have coin?" In a somewhat rhetorical manner.
"CAAW!" The stranger replied.
Luistrog stared for another half minute before finally saying;
"If you do not have coin, I cannot let you enter."
And with that, the stranger, still breathing heavily, turned with his hands and cloak still above his head, and ran into the streets of Avilast screaming;
"I AM OWLMAN!" Over and over, until his screaming moved further and further away.
Luistrog sighed.
"Only in Avilast," he said.