A Mess In Marbleton
A Half-Ogre named Gorok, the former gladiator known as The Mountain, walked into The Pony. He wore a simple pair of black trousers and shoes, but no shirt, exposing his grey-green skin flecked with darker spots. His just more than shoulder-length hair was in a mixture of braids and dreadlocks, some of which were decorated with beads and shinies. Gorok stood head-heigh above the other patrons, and as most shirtless, barbaric types usually do, he drew quite a bit of attention to himself as he came in.
The gladiator sat at the bar, and started trying to make conversation with one of the patrons, hoping to score some info on any local adventuring-type jobs.
“Hey there!” he bellowed, his voice clearly half again as loud as any normal person would be. He patted the man on the back, probably a bit too hard, and said, “Anyone ‘round here hiring adventurers?”
Carousing automatic fail.
Current Affairs fail by 2.