Interlude: The Passing of a Relic
Gustav looks the room around with a humble satisfaction. It has been some time coming, but he is proud of what he has built.
The bar is no colosseum, only standing some forty feet wide and maybe just a bit longer across, but the bare walls of clay brick and mortar bare the whole of Gustav's life across their walls. There is a narrow rail of a bar, only a few feet from the back wall, behind which Gustav surveils the premises. The taps are already installed, the already used barrels of beer now souring in the back store rooms. Gustav is no chemist, though he has spent some time looking at the interactions between yeast and grain, and surprisingly Terri has had much to offer on the topic.
But it is more than the business. Gustav's life is spread out across the walls of the bar on iron studs, his very existence nailed into the walls with iron studs. Just there, the massive two-handed axe hangs, a prize from his incursion into the Witten Asylum. Next to it, a broadsword from the bandits who had inhabited the caves just north of Three Corners. At the center of the bar, certainly the favorite of the visitors so far, is his medal from the Duke of Craine, despite the fact that it was Judoc, not him, who had slain the Necromancer, Haj-Umr. Near the end is Gustav's favorite prize, The massive lizard's tooth from Perdition, though few may make any mark of it amongst the absurd batons-on-chains from Perdition or his other pointed sword from... Gustav can't even remember where from anymore.
All together, the walls splayed with his exploits and his business already boasting a permanent employee in Sajaaa, Gustav cannot complain for his lot in life. But things still seem to constantly want for his attention despite the fact that he has not yet really opened for business.
Almost as if responding to his thoughts, the door of the bar room opens. Gustav takes in the form of a Nubian man, quite as dark as Sajaa, though almost six feet tall, powerfully built and entirely bald, step through the doorway to his establishment. The man seems to spent nearly as long as Gustav surveilling the various weapons on display.
"This is quite a collection." The man says, in a heavy Aralaise accent. It is not quite the dialect of Sauvons, of home... though clearly this man is from one of the isles... perhaps Bilit or one of the Rings. "I had heard there was a noble from Araterre here, a swordsman, but I had no idea you would be so worldly..."
This is a private thread for Gustav
OOC: This thread doesn't fit in on any timeline, as prior to the Return to the Caves of Chaos, Gustav's bar is not quite yet built. Therefore, it is assumed that the actions take place after the Return to the Caves of Chaos, despite the fact that this thread chronologically happens prior to that thread. Suffice to say, this thread simply exists because it serves the purposes of both the player and the GM. Any discrepancies can be blamed on the fact that the GM is a megalomaniacal control freak, who insists on having his way regardless of the naysayers and the rules lawyers.