[IC] You Meet In A Tavern

[shawnhcorey]

Originally Posted by yufra

[ooc] The starving artist is looking to make a bit of money... looking for GM decision on required roles, etc.

[OOC]You receive $7.31 for your efforts. (You silently curse the cheapskate that gave you the penny.)

[shawnhcorey]

Originally Posted by younglorax

He spots Smet, walks to his table and drops his pack with a clang. He pulls up a chair backwards and sits, leaning forward against its back. "Let's shoot some dice. Five bucks a point." He opens his hand to show five coins.

Smet says, "Put ye money on de table." He places 5 dollar coins in a row on the table.

[Dorin Thorha]

There is a knock on the door. One of the patrons walks over and opens it, then stares out at the empty street as a small halfling ducks in beneath his vision. Drogo takes a couple steps into the room, then turns and stands behind the puzzled man.

"That was strange, I thought I heard a knock!"

Drogo walks up to the bar and orders an ale.

[Dorin Thorha]

[ooc] I'll take the liberty of playing the barkeep, since you already posted the prices.

The barkeep sets down the ale. "That'll be a dime, please."

Drogo checks his pocket. "Oh dear, I seem to be out of cash." He looks in the mug of ale. "Will you look at that! What luck!" Drogo reaches into the mug and pulls out a dime. "Here you are!"

[ooc] Rolled 9 out of 12 Slight of Hand. The coin was in his pocket all along.

[yufra]

Janus's eyes sparkle at the sight of 10 coins. He strums the opening notes of Barley Mow a few times to gather the room's attention, and then leaps into the first verse with a strong tenor voice:

"Here's good luck to the quart pot, good luck to the Barley Mow. Jolly good luck to the quart pot, Good luck to the Barley Mow."

The rougher crowd in the tavern perks up, grab their drinks, take a large gulp and shout back the chorus:

"Oh the quart pot, pint pot, half a pint, gill pot, half a gill, quarter gill, nipperkin and the brown bowl. Here's good luck, good luck, to the Barley Mow!"

Janus grins widely and takes the entire tavern through several verses of the Barley Mow, until some of the rowdier elements in the tavern start pushing and shoving each other over a stubbed toe and a bruised ego. Catching the bartender's eye, Janus quickly draws out the last verse and finishes with a bow. There is nothing worse for a traveling bard than an angry bartender. Well maybe an angry mayor...

[Dorin Thorha]

Drogo grins as he watches the scuffling.

[Pesterfield]

Corwin nodded politely to Xith. "A pleasure to meet a child of Morrigan. What brings the two of you out in this weather?"

Soon his cider and soup arrived, he paid and sat down to his meal while glancing over to see how the dice game had progressed.

[Dorin Thorha]

So barkeep, what's the daily special?

[younglorax]

Originally Posted by shawnhcorey

Smet says, "Put ye money on de table." He places 5 dollar coins in a row on the table.

"Of course." He lays out five dollar coins in front of him and takes a swallow from his tankard of wine.

[shawnhcorey]

Originally Posted by Dorin Thorha

So barkeep, what's the daily special?

"Stew: rabbit, perhaps some lamb, with cabbage and turnip. Bread's extra."