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Klaren and Gevaudan entered the Jester's Laugh, a slightly seedy looking tavern only a short distance away from where Klaren was saved. "You know this place?" Gevaudan said noticing a few pools of liquid on the floor he hoped was spilled lager but most likely wasn't. "Yeah, it's a little on the low-end as far as taverns go but for a copper piece a tankard, it's good stuff," Klaren said walking over to the two relatively cleanest barstools in the bar. "Well, it gives it a good atmosphere, besides I've been in worse ones than this," Gevaudan said with a smile.
They ordered two tankards and sat in an awkward silence for several moments. "Soo...what made you choose you to go into...your profession?" Gevaudan said in order break the ice a little. "Well, ever since I was little I was always a little on the sly side, my father was a rogue so it was almost a guarantee. But the clincher was..." Klaren tapered off at the end, with some deep rooted pain working its way into her eyes. "They killed your parents, didn't they?" Gevaudan asked with concern. "Yes, my mother since she was an elf, and my father managed to protect me long enough for me to escape...but how did you know?" Klaren asked managing to fight back a tear. "In a way, that's what happened to me, where did you think I got this scar from?" Gevaudan said, not really asking seriously. "Wow, I never thought I'd meet anyone who had been through the same thing I have," she said, a slight smile on her face. "I told you you've never met anyone like me," Gevaudan said with a broad grin.
Just then one of the tables near the back of the Jester's Laugh was flipped over and shouting was heard. "You cheated me you dirty little scoundrel," shouted an almost Scottish accent. "Your not one to talk, dwarf it's one against three," said another voice, this one English. Just then the dwarf leapt at the swindlers with fists clenched. "Is it just me or was that almost on que," Gevaudan said with some frustration. "I don't know but he could use some help," Klaren said rising from her seat. At this Gevaudan and Klaren entered the fray. After disabling the three in record time, Gevaudan and Klaren introduced themselves to the fiery little man. "Nice ta meet yoo, the names Angus Stonehammer, but most people just call me Black Beard," greeted the dwarf heartily, shaking the hands of Klaren and Gevaudan furiously. "Yeah, nice to meet you too, but I think we might need to get out of here," Klaren said as she noticed the three from before now had about ten more friends with them who looked thoroughly pissed off. "Good call," Gevaudan concurred as they ran from the tavern.
"Sorry 'bout all this," Black Beard said after they hid into a side street avoiding the mob following them. "Don't worry, it happens more than you think," replied Gevaudan. "What was all that about anyway?" Klaren asked. "Well we were havin' a little card game and I saw that bugger pull an ace of spades out a' his sleeve," Black Beard said. "So you decided to take on three Noble Guards?" Klaren asked with some disbelief. "Well...it seemed like a good idea at the time," the dwarf said with a slight chuckle. "Right...maybe we should lay low for awhile, maybe the Silver Gerthang has a few back rooms," Gevaudan thought aloud. "Oy my cousin runs that place, he does! Trust me he makes a mean lager, way better than that pisswater at the Jester, not mention those secret rooms you talked about," Black Beard said with excitement. "Well that's convenient," Klaren said and they were off to the Silver Gerthang.
Well, a short little installment this time, tell me what ya think.