Re: Tegel Village
When Trevion reaches the dive's entrance, an early bird, though not as early as some birds, in a frayed top hat and stained frock coat, waltzes in and catches the paladin in a loose embrace and does a half-turn about him, singing a ditty as he does so, the breath of his corruption washing over Trevion.
I get up around seven
Get outta bed around nine
And I don't worry about nothin' no
'Cause worryin's a waste of my time.
The man's waltz takes him all the way over to the bar where the dwarf has already started to shimmy in response to the man's dance. Still shimmying, their shift fluttering about their midriff, they retrieve a tumbler and a bottle of whiskey and pour out a finger. Picking up the melody, they continue the number:
I used ta do a little but a little wouldn't do
So the little got more and more
I just keep tryin' ta get a little better
Said a little better than before.
With each vocalization of "more," they add another finger to the tumbler until it stands at three fingers tall.
The bartender then repeats the process, this time with a bottle of bourbon for Brant, favoring him with with a sardonic leer with each added finger.
"Rumps, not Rump. Innumerable Rumps -- enough for a royal romp amongst the Rumps."
"Now, the mayor," they continue. "He has it out for everybody. He is insatiable. He'd devour us were he to be deprived of his cassoulet."
Sashaying over to Orwin, they aver that the Rumps are "bloody awful" but "Sir Runic's the one decent one of the lot."
"But I don't go over to the manor. That's for adventurers such as yourselves. Nobody in their right mind would go there."
This message was last edited by the GM at 12:10, Sat 28 May 2022.