The burly bartender looks over his beard at the scattered patrons in his front room.

The constant "thwack!" of darts striking the corkwood target hanging on one wall as the local team practices
is almost as annoying as the  drunk snoring in one corner, but not as bad as when the man had been singing.

The bell at the door jangles as a familiar figure steps in.

"He's over there. Took you long enough to come for him this morning."

Che sighs. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was really expecting him to be somewhere else. Guess I never learn, yeah?"

He moved over to the sleeping (and paralytic drunk) halforc and shook him gently. "Ajmo Maj. Vrijeme je da idemo kući, može? Ne možeš spavati ovdje."

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"Come on Maj. Time to wake up, yeah? You can't sleep here."

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In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 2):
 The scruffy looking Shevnian stirs, and stretches, then winces and rubs his temples.
He pointedly responds in Shevnian, rather than Orcish.

"Kakšen glavobol!
Kaj bomo počeli danes, rabim malo gotovine?"

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What a headache! What are we going to do today, I need cash.

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In reply to Maj Novak (msg # 3):

"He's drunk his pay away, so bring him back when he's flush."

The only answer the barman gets is a brief nod as Che helps Novak to his feet.

Che gently eases Novak to his feet, saying, "Cash is the last thing you need my friend. What you need is willow tea for the pain, sweetened with just a little honey so it will help with the raging thirst, Then we both need a good fry up and unless you've paid the rent in advance, we need to get your stuff from your digs and to make up a bedroll for you at my place." 

With that Che half supported, half carried Maj to the nearest place that bit only serves what they need but will also serve it to them.
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In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 5):

You make your way to the recently re-opened Mug and Cauldron, just a few blocks away.
Unfortunately, despite the Yurick family serving Shevnian cuisine, they will not serve Maj, which gets him in a foul temper.

Luckily, your own landlady is still serving food at the refrectory of the converted friary where you live along with a number of displaced Demi-fey.
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In reply to Narrator (msg # 6):

"I see you found your friend. does he need something for the morning after?"

Che smiles and tips an imaginary hat.  "He needs something for a hangover and I think we both need breakfast, thank you very much for asking.  Sadly even Mrs Yurick won't serve him, which reminds me.... "Maj, naštval si pani Yurickovú alebo je to všeobecná nechuť k tvojim ľuďom? Ak je to to druhé, porozprávame sa o tom, keď sa budete cítiť lepšie."

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Maj have you done something to upset Mrs Yurick or is it a general dislike of your people?  If it's the latter, well we'll discuss that when you feel better.

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In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 8):

"I don't mind that the Madame Yurick is a witch, it is just that they are Shevnian, and sadly many of them are a little close minded about bloodlines.  Not me, if you have coin and keep clean, you can bed here.  Speaking of which, when was the last time his gambeson was washed?"

In reply to Landlady (msg # 9):

Maj brushes at some of the more noticeable stains on his jerkin.
"Nič ne vedo o moji babici! Jaz sem isti kot oni, samo nesramni so."

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They don't know anything about my grandmother! I am the same as them they are just rude

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Che smiles to both of them.  "A problem for later I think.  Umm how long IS it since your Gambeson was washed Maj?"  He shrugged.  "Never mind. Let's see if we can keep you out of trouble long enough to get it washed shall we?"

In reply to Che Beethoven (msg # 11):

The landlady, Madame Guarona, calls over Claria, her servant to see if she can scrub some of the satins out of it.
Once he unbuckles it, it is obvious that the rest of Maj's gear is equally stained and scuffed.

Claria rolls her eyes, but takes the arming garment outside to wash it.

In reply to Serving woman (msg # 12):

Madam Guarona shakes her head at the swordsman's appearance.

"Rough as he is , I wish he had been around the other week.  Some locals were making it difficult for my other tenants,
and if it hadn't been for Renolan and his fireproofing, we might have been burned out.
Things have been strange here ever since before the street collapse a few blocks off, where those oak trees are now."

Che frowns as he listens to Madam Guarona.  "Locals you say.  Would you have any idea who and whether it was any tenants in particular who were... what? Attacked?  Threatened?  Inconvenienced?  Are said locals still around?  I think once Maj's clothes are dry, we should go and have a chat with them, or have I misunderstood the situation perhaps?"

Madam Guarona shakes her head.
"Maddo and Hypatia pooled their money and hired a gang of counter-vigilanties
 who went and fought with these rotten fellows with armbands.
I swear, some people have no tolerance for what is different from themselves.

I suppose you could have a word with Maddo about whether or not that was resolved...
Oh look, there is himself."