Barkeep Statement, 2/5/11/1323
Maiden's Arms, Inway 2, Middle Wharf
"There was this dwarf that came in around lunchtime. Had a sack with him. He goes and he sits up in the respectable section and he puts his boots up on me tabletop. Before I can throw him out on his rump, he flashes a platinum piece. He says to me, 'Oy, can ye make change for this." And he just grins at me. So I made change for his coin and traded mead for some of it back.
"I had a fruit delivery coming in, so I lost track of the grotty little guy for a while. I was outside longer than I expected, blast it, and the sun was setting. That dwarf had a crowd of
scurvy dogs about him. A few of them was at the table with him. A ragamuffin, a brash rogue, and a kobald!! Bleedin' little bugger was swiping a dagger at this little gnome guy. Then there was this southerner, big one with harpoons in his bedroll. Tossed the gnome out on the street, came back, sat right down at the table like a proper man!
"Me wench sold ale to the lot of them. She even brought me Basin-Famous-Shetlin-Keg out to the Kobald. We was running low on booze after that, so I loaded a bolt in the crossbow and waited for the fight. When the dwarf passed out a few minutes later, this half-elf steps out of the shadows and tells the crowd to go away. Next thing I know, a stool flies over my head and breaks my tip jar. When I look back, there's a dead guy on the floor with the Kobald on his chest and this guy on the ceiling shooting black fire out of his hands. I took a shot and hit the savage. Then it was over, just like that. The ones that were up dragged the ones that were down out in the street and I locked the door behind them. Good riddance.
"The weirdest part was the savage. He took the pants from three of the dogs as they lay dead in the street. Mayhaps he would've done more, but his mates led him off toward the middle wharf. Savages in the streets, constible!"
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Journal Entry 9 from the Spectacular Exploits of Osborn Skydorn,
I was beginning to think I had wasted my time in coming to Endvane. The wine was weak, the men were at best dullards and the women weren't worth two coppers for three of 'em. And considering I made this entire assessment in less time than it took a for twilight to follow the dawn, I was sorely regretting my decision to seek my fortune in the south. But today proved that old Doren adage correct, "If hang round Endvane, a devil will come knocking."
Being bored, I made up my mind to follow the first interesting person I came across. That took substantially less time than I expected. You see, this hilarious blowhard was going on and on about obviously inflated adventures he had lived through always "by the skin of my teeth", when this fellow nailed a flyer to the tavern wall. Before I could manage to read the parchment, the braggart had snatched it down. I did manage to spy a quick glance at the paper. It was a notice of a Captain by the name of Barlycorn that was looking for men for something or another. All I can recall about the flyer, and all I really cared about, is that it said something about a free drink. The windbag threw the flyer aside acting as if it were beneath him. I followed the loudmouth, reckoning that he was going to where the free drinks were and that he knew the town much better than myself. This led me to what was to be my first visit to the Maiden's Arms.
The Maiden's Arms was a tavern neither above nor below my tastes, being that any tavern where I find free drinks isn't below my tastes. The bar staff and clientele were rather dreadfully average, but the gaggle of odd gentlemen gathered around a drunk dwarf caught mine eye. I discovered this was the aforementioned Barlycorn in short order and watched as the braggart insinuated himself into the dwarf's company. I decided that the quickest manner in which to acquire my beverage was to ask for it, so I did. And received it promptly for my bold and direct action. Sitting beside a kobold named Forks, I made myself comfortable and watched the rowdy crowd barter for a position on the dwarf's vessel.
Before long, the kobold and a gnome went at it. That was a hoot! Then some ruffians from the barstools to our side decided to make themselves a bit of trouble with my new shipmates. I don't remember clearly if there was a bar brawl before I yelled "Bar fight!" or not... in the end it is of little consequence. A tall savage and the braggart attempted to subdue the crude men who started the incident while the odd chap beside me flung some sort of vile dark energy at them (more of these three to come in my next entry). I took note that the fight was going downhill quickly for my new naval companions and decided it best to start off on the right foot. So I managed to single-handedly render unconscious three of the four attacker without breaking a sweat or even unsheathing my weapon. I would have taken out the four had the others not already done so, and besides subduing all four would have dealt too much a blow to the other men's egos. After the last man fell, the owner of the establishment asked us to leave and to throw out the hooligans that had aroused the ruckus. We did as he requested, not wanting to disrupt his tavern any longer. I felt bad about causing such a hubbub in the bar, and pledged to myself to come back and make amends with the barkeep at a later time.
As an odd side note, the savage must have an strange fascination with pants. He stripped the unconscious men and took their's. I did nothing to stop him, not knowing what the customs of his people might be, and to be forthright, I was more than a little puzzled and taken aback by the whole thing. It was all very weird.
This was just the beginning of my day, the rest I will recount on another occasion, for the sun is going down and the waves are getting choppy. I think Barlycorn said he thought there was a storm coming. We'll see if he is a good judge of weather soon.
- Ozzy
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