Fuzzy: The Dragons Den
Marik smiled, enjoying the little show and nodded in response to Rana's comment. When Winnie came to the table he greeted her with a soft smile, "It's not a problem, who knew we'd get dinner and a show? But in any case, thank you."
As she walks off, he takes the bottle of wine and fills one of the glasses and hands it to Rana, and then fills the other for himself. He then takes a sip, savoring the taste for a moment before putting his glass back down on the table.
"Now, where were we?" He asks with a playful smile. "Ah, yes. How long have I been here? Wow, well a few years now, I arrived shortly after Tusk had been taken from a bandit lord and began its slow march to this wonderful city we now have. As for adventures, I've seen my share," he says with a playful smirk. He takes another sip of wine and continues, "I was a part of the expedition that rid the kobolds of Sootscale of their enemies, a settlement of mites, and negotiated peace with them; this is why I now own exclusive trading rights with Sootscale in perpetuity. I've also traveled East to the Tors of Levenies, the large mountain range to the East. Let's see, we fought a roc, a family of cyclops, and I'm sure some other creatures I can't remember."
He paused to take a breath, and another sip of wine. "And most recently we've traveled out to Varnhold, and even met with a tribe of centaurs. It's all quite exciting, and I'm certain you will prove up to the challenge. Besides, I have found for people like us, it's adventure and conflict that help us grow and better understand our gifts. Unlike wizards, no amount of poring over dusty books will increase our abilities."