Re: The Sidelines
The door, clearly marked on the other side with the stern warning "Gladiator's Only", opens and shuts, seemingly of its own accord and making the off-duty Gladiators relaxing in the "bar" glance around puzzled for a moment. Then, from behind a stone trestle table walks a diminutive halfling, answering the momentary puzzle.
On his back is a small halfling-sized shortbow and quiver, and his cloak is pushed back to reveal a couple of bulky packages hanging from his belt, along with a more standard belt pouch and dagger sheath. His young looking, but somewhat weathered face is creased into a smile, and he regards the current residents of the bar appraisingly, with a hint of a challenge in his eyes.
"You got to be kidding me..." someone mutters under their breath.
Ignoring the whispers and looks of incredulity, the halfling scoots up to the bar, vaulting impressively onto a high bar stool to stand at the bar. At only just a few inches more than two and a half feet high, the tiny person leans his elbow on the somewhat scarred and battered bar, and gestures to the barman. "I'll have a pint of ale" he says, emphasising the size and nodding meaningfully towards one of the larger tankards as he pushes a silver coin across the bar. Turning to the taproom in general, he leans back against the bar and raises his voice. "My name is Sondirra. If anyone thinks I don't belong here - then you can take it up with me in the Arena!" he says challengingly.
This message was last edited by the player at 19:03, Thu 24 May 2012.