A scene at the Dancing Goat

[DM Guardian]

The stout, quietly watching for a while in the afteraffects of the song, gives his beard a long, thoughtful scratch and the waif a longer, more blood-shot look. 

"Heya, missy.  Right nice music.  Almost as good as a waterfall in a cavern a mile deep...almost!"  He grins, his face lighting up despite the missing teeth on the right side of his mouth. 

"I'm Durlak Deepchasm, and tis a right pleasure.  Can't abide the sight o' fetters though.  Kin ye do me a favor an' take that ugly thing off?"  He signals to Lentin absently while concentrating on the elven girl.

Lentin nods and starts to pull a fresh ale after setting a bottle out on the bar near the male elf.  He turns to him and shrugs.  "Fraid this here's the last bottle, friend.  You'll have to make arrangements for more."

[Fernark]

The male elf nods to Lentin. "A shipment should be coming in within the next tenday, Lentin sir. If not, I'll bring some from the cache within the Moonwoods. Thanks."

The elf looks over at the elven maiden. Takes a nearby goblet and opens the dark reddish bottle of Darkstar's Evermead and pours some of it in the Goblet and walks over to table where the elven maiden and puts the goblet on the table before the elven maiden.

"Haven't heard anything that lovely outside of Evermeet. Here, this is Evermeet's finest Evermead." he says, smiling with a nod and moves back to the counter where he corks the bottle.

[MissBrutal]

As the dwarf speaks, the waif winces, though does not turn away.  She speaks softly, like a whisper of bells, "Ah-meal-muh-thrall-iya.  Amilmathralia," she speaks slowly at first, then faster, demonstrating pronunciation. Her face shows her confusion as he speaks of "fetters" and she tilts her head to the side, in a bird-like reaction, studying him nervously.

Her concentration is quickly broken, however, when the male elf approaches with a goblet.  Her eyes follow it to her table and stare at the goblet as if it is a weapon pointed at her.
"Th-thank you, sir..." she stutters, her eyes following him back to the counter.  Timidly, but with growing courage, she slides the goblet toward her, her preternaturally long fingers wrapping around it.  She smells it, her eyes closing in rapture.
The goblet finds her mouth and tips up, offering her a taste of its contents. Her eyes quickly widen and she pulls the goblet away hesitantly, daring to call after the elf.
"Sir! What....Evermead? What is?" Her voice is clearer, but still like small bells in the wind.

[Fernark]

The male elf just smirks and nods, he responds with simply, "Elven Wine." He looks over to her and continues, "My family brews that on Evermeet where it's aged for four hundred years." He says to her. He then gets a cup of water from the counter and stays at the counter, staying close to the table and not have to be yelling across the Tavern towards her.

[DM Guardian]

Durlak mutters something into his beard that sounds suspiciously like it contains the words "Evermead" and "elven" and "weak-arsed".  But maybe not. 

He clears his throat, and goes on just as gruffly as before.  "Ye got a iron bracelet on there missy, what locks up to a chain.  Ye keep that on, there's some that'll think ye're runnin' away from somethin'."  His lips peel back, showing his gap-toothed grin.  "Then there's others that'll think there's something needs to tendin' to, what with lockin' up a young lass." 

He knocks back a gulp of ale - Iron Hammer Bock, for the discerning dwarven palate.

[MissBrutal]

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Blinking as the dwarf speaks, Amilmathralia's eyes widen and she winces back in fear when he mentions "lockin' up."  She pulls her dress over her ankles quickly, the fabric stretching tight.
She stutters, a whisper of wind through bells, "I..I-I-I didn't run!  He'll be back..." She trails off for a moment, her eyes searching empty air as if to find a person.
"He'll be back for me. H-h-he wou-wouldn't leave me all alone.  Little Bird's safer in cage." She speaks quickly, yet haltingly and nods affirmatively.
Her courage exhausted for the moment though, she pulls back visibly, as if leaning away from an outstretched arm.

[Kharn]

Walking down the stairs, he looks about till he sees the lass and her harp.  He sets two skin and an old beat up cup on the counter, asking Lentin to refill all three.  Looking about the room as he waits for Lentin, he adjusts his hat, looking to the waif for a few short moments.  When Lentin returns with the skins, he places a small pouch of coins on the bar, more then he usually pays for his coffee.  He tips his hat to Lentin,  Fer whatever the lass be a needin, ifn there not be enough coin there, let me know lad He glances her way a moment, tips his hat to her, taking a sip from his cup as he walks back upstairs.  Shortly after, soft guitar music can be heard from the upper rooms.

[DM Guardian]

Durlak lapses back into conversation with his beard, with perhaps the words "daft" and "nutter" amongst his utterances.  Or perhaps not.

"Little Bird, eh?"  He finishes off his ale in a long glug.  "Little Bird might be safer in a cage, true."  He rises, his knees creaking.  "But what sense is it to be a bird if'n ye won't try to fly?"

He shoulders his pack, tosses a wave in Lentin's general direction, and pierces the elven lass with one last glance.  "Good fortune, little miss." 

Durlak stumps off towards the door.

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