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by waysoftheearth » Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:32 pm
tonneau wrote:
Gustave re-enters the Plough with a deep sigh, anticipating the gentle caress of a warm bath and sanctity of a cushy bed.
He plonks his sack on the table and plonks himself next to Dieter and Koch, resuming work on his pint, his cigar, alas, now long spent.
It is only after taking a long draught, that he notices that the others at the table seem to be engaging in a conversation of sorts with some newcomers. An ugly fat dwarf and...a lady...
He is suddenly very aware of just how rancid his fellows (and no doubt he himself) smell, not to mention the cloying wads of mud and blood that still hang from unkempt beards, holed mail and fetid leather.
He puts on his best grin (and it is indeed a good one), and stands again, "You must introduce me to your new friends, my dear Koch", he says, then to the newcomers, "I must appologise for my comrades lack of etiquette - and our appearance", he says, extending his hand, "but we are just from the wilds and earnestly in need of a good bath"
"My name is Gustave, and these men are Koch, and Dieter, and you might be...", he finishes, turning his attention to the armoured lady, while still shaking the hand of the dwarf.
[f=32]
Golgildir the Elf Medium (MV 12", AC 9, HD 1, hp 1/1, AL N) great cloak,
lantern; spells: color spray; scrolls: sleep, sleep, charm person
Hirelings: Georges;
torch[/f]