"Mug of ale, on the house, if you'll watch my patrons whilst you're here. I don't trust 'em, any of 'em.
Just so you know, that's Willis 'n' Henry 'n' Bartok playing darts o'er there. They're locals, ya know, as are Jenkins, Daxle, and Koast o'er there playing cards... I dunno the fourth one.
The two men in the corner I don't know eiver, but from the sounds of it their making a deal an' it aint a pleasant one if yar know what I mean.
The bearded fella down there calls himself Jackals, says 'is from outa town, 'n' lookin' fer work. The one on the end, however, didn't say a fing when 'e came in, just sat down, got 'is ale and drunk 'imself into a stupid frenzy.... That's Jarz over there being loud, he's here evry night.
The dwarf in the corner looking sorry fer 'imself is Shontale but I know no more, won't talk 'bout whatever 'e's sorry fer, 'n' me waitresses are Sally and Eva - dem you can trust. The pull info in fer me all da time. |
