Jack grins and says; "Yep" turning and helping his friend Beaker up out of the Puddle with his belt. Jack could hear muttered rabbit like cussing under Beakers breath, Jack didn't even smile remembering the hoots of laughter years ago a when he was still a kid falling off a fence into the hog pen at Grandpa Bucks farm. When Beaker was up Jack sniffed the belt carefully hoping Beaker wouldn't notice, He didn't.

   Jack turned back Cinder, to give Beaker some privacy, put the belt on and continued; "Mostly just a simple Farmer, raise rabbits and vegetables."

   "My friend there is one of my farm hands; we had a kind of industrial accident, the Kids." Gesturing toward Beaker; "pretty much saved my life, I've had to be kind of careful around most people though it don't stop me from scrapping now and again.  Very carefully not looking at the recovering Dwarf."

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   Standing up Beaker looked at the clothes he had on  they were a mess an stunk to high heaven, Beaker very quickly took them off looking at this point like nothing more then a very large rabbit.

   Boss you mind if I go home and clean up. Jack glanced at him with a tilt of an eyebrow one of those 'you going to be alright looks'.  Yah, I, I'll be fine -

   You want me to send someone when I get back.  At Jacks startled look Beaker hurried to explain; you know with this places special properties I think some of us might like to visit.

   Beaker started to walk to the door, but as he walked by the still prone Dwarf, he grinned and dropped the soaked bundle on his head.

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"Farmer eh... yeah I heard of dem.  We even gots some in an enclave outside o' town, dey supply much food."  He again pulls out a cigarette from a pack out of his jacket pocket.  He peels off his glove, showing a hand encased in a low blue flame.  He lights the cigarette from his thumb.  "Cinder, I be Magi."

After sitting on his knees a moment, Hagarth blindly got up and walked towards the door, accidentally bumpind into cinder on his way. Due to the fact that Hagarth was completely drenched in his own urine, there is a good chance some of that would have got on cinder. Regardless, he made his way outside, bewildered and disoriented.

Easily stepping out of the way of the stumbling dwarf, Cinder laughs at the diminutive fellow as he exits.  "Fraggin idiot."  His laughter is half aimed at the dwarf and half at Max, who would have to deal with him out there.

   Jack watches the obnoxious little person walk out the door; Magi? You are a caster or ... user of magic?

    Jack continued to watch the door obviously thinking that the porch was now a much less nice place to be.  That little guy has one hard head.

Max was right; Jasa had no patience for the antics of the dwarf.  But, finding that the inn did indeed take care of altercations, she simply made a soft, tching sound, and turned to follow Max outside.  "Hey, Jack.  If you're coming, we're leaving."  Let the little dwarf pester other people.

>>To Porch<<

From the porch*
The flower-scented dwarf strolled right up to Cinder and leaned up against a footstool that was near the blonde man. He glanced around a bit, trying to look as cool as he possibly could. "So ah ... Cinder me boy ... a litte bird told me you're having some trouble with women. And this little bird, see, was hoping i'd well ... i'd 'show you the ropes' if you will." the stubby little dwarf said, with a fake chuckle.

He looks down at the midget with utter contempt.  "Hot blonde gatinha... yeah she just tryin to set ya up liu kou shui de biao zi he hou zi de ben er zi. (Translation - You stupid son of a whore and a monkey.)  She knows if ya annoy me too much I will pop yur blinkers and set ya on fire.  Let me make this clear ta even one as stupid as ya."  He exhibits a middle finger to the little fellow, the fire that encompasses that hand flaring so heat can be felt 10 feet away.  "Frag off runt."

Turning from the man he looks back at Jack.  "Yeah, I be magi, wizzer, mage, wizard.  Fire be me favorite sphere."

Only smiling at Cinders' insults, Hag looked at him as if he were a wee child. "Look, i know you're shy in front of your friend here ... and i understand, ye see. Believe it or not, i was once just like you ... all wimpy and bad with women. But then i started drinking alchohol and sitting around on the couch. Thats what these human women are into, y'see." hagarth said, using his hands to demonstrate everything he said. After finishing this, Hagarth pulled out a few gold coins and said, "Here laddy, go buy yourself a fine stein of ale. See the key is to be completely and utterly drunken when ye meet women, y'understand, 'cause these human women respect a man with barely a hint o' control over he wits."  Looking up at cinder, he expected a thankful reply from his 'pupil'.

He takes the coins and drops them in his pocket.  Gold was worth a fortune in his world.  These few coins could buy food and ammo for a year.  "Tell ya what, lets go out and see which of us kin win the heart of that fair maiden Max.  I be sportin, so ya go first."

Hagarth looked at Cinder, and said, "Look pal ... she has the hots for me. It wouldnt be fair to you, first off. Second, it wouldn't be smart to mess with the master if you know what i mean. I practically taught you everything you know! But, just to teach you a lesson, I accept your challenge.". Hag then walked out towards the deck, jesturing for Cinder to follow.

    Jack watching the antics of the Dwarf, replied to Cinder; We didn't use to have much actual magic going on. There were legends of course, but lately some persons just seem to develop the ability to cast spells. and well other strange things happening.

    Got to go help the lady; Jack walked to the bar putting down a three hundred dollar bill.  I'll need a room when I get back, I'm expecting a friend, I don't know for sure if he'll arrive here or where I'm going. If he comes here let him use my room, OK.

    [To porch>>>

Moving towards the door, he has to smile, this time it is genuine.  "Well maybe I kin not compete with ya, but we shud make a bet anyhow.  Ifn ya can stick with her till it be consumated, I give ya this gun.  Ifn ya leave her before the deed be done, ya give me 20 gold coins.  Izit a deal?"  He pulls out a well cared for heavy caliber automatic, showing it to the runt before putting it back.

Hagarth nods, a devious (yet somehow pathetically stupid) smile strewn across his face.

[to porch]

With a bit of a laugh, he exits the tavern.

<<<To Porch>>>

Shara steps inside, blinks, and frowns as she looks around. This isn't the Broken Lute, she thinks, taking in the expanse and clientele with a raised eyebrow. She'd left her shop for a moment - avoiding a group of rather pushy drow mafia toadies - and gone to get a drink and some peace and quiet. And now, she was here.

Much nicer than the Lute, she thinks, stepping lightly inside and smiling to herself. Hopefully I can afford what's on tap.

She sidles up to the bar, and puts a silver on the countertop. "What'll this get me?" She asks, a no-nonsense voice with an accent that marks her as from the mean streets.

"It'll cover a meal with a drink or two," says the tender with a bit of gruffness about him.

She grins, showing teeth with slight points. "Set me up, then," she says, setting another silver on the bar, next to the first.

Aramendel is just sitting by his lonesome for the most part, with most of the recent entertainment going outside recently. Like a child he spins on his barstool and then stops facing the counter. "Try Cookie's kabobs, they are delicious," he says to the newcomer with a smile.

Shara turns and raises an eyebrow at the enthusiastic co-customer of the bar, and returns his grin. "Sounds good - but what's in 'em? Goat? Chicken?"

"I'm not sure, I think venison, but it could be another type of meat that I do not know. Parker enjoyed them so I just trusted his word and partook."

He took a sip from the glass in front of the vacant chair next to him, grimaced a bit, then took another sip from his own glass.

"So miss, what brings you here?"

"I'd say curiosity," she says wryly, "But that's a bit cliche. Truth be told, this isn't where I expected I'd be... But here I am, no doubt from magic or somesuch. Might as well enjoy my stay here, seeing as it seems so pleasant compared to my usual kip." She tilts her head. "An' you?"

"Oh me," says the elf, a little abashed. "Its a little complicated. Lets see, think I came here to find someone, to be found, make friends and get away from the world. Right now though, I guess I'm just waiting for some friends. And it is pleasant, at least when there is no fighting going on. Some of the patrons get a little narrow minded, and I admit I have been too at times, and arguments erupt. Sometimes it leads to scuffles outside the doors. No fighting inside though."

"No fighting?" That sent her eyebrows practically into her hairline. What kind of place is this, that there's no fighting in a tavern? Downright unnatural, that is. She looks around, taking in the clientele with a bit more curiosity than before. "Surely, there's at least a brawl or two late in the evening?"