BARRED FRUSTRATION
The cleric slammed his mug on the table " Do not test my patience
bartender! After recent orcish battles for a town that lacks respect for
our efforts, my patience has grown frightingly thin. I suggest you give me
answers before this city is overrun by grueling orcs... or worse!"
The bartender stood shocked at the emotional outburst of the dwarf. His eyes narrowed and he slowly leaned into a half-bend over the table " You want answers there, dwarf?! I suggest you show some respect first in my establishment or you and your little friend will find yourselves bounced otta' here. You get me?!" His face contorted with restrained anger.
Nanith, sipping from his glass, piped up in an effort to defray the tension
Nanith scooted across the booth seat when he saw that the cleric intended to leave. The pair marched towards the door leaving the bartender shaking his head in disgust. Once outside, the halfling asked the dwarf
The dwarf scratched his beard in deep thought " I have been greeted with arrogance around every edge of this rat-infested hole. They do not seem to care for our efforts of ridding these
lands of the immediate threat upon it. Perhaps we should let the orcs have
their way with 'em." The dwarf turned and headed back towards the courthouse
" As much as I would enjoy a cold ale, especially a free one, we must seek
the weak-spirited elf first. He will know what course to take."
Nanith frowned and reluctantly followed after him.
2 PM: The duo found Gailwind sitting on a marble railing engrossed in one of his science books. The elf received the dwarf's return with unmasked surprise. His eyes grew large " You have found a guide, Oktavianus?!"
" You sure do carry some very important news there, Oktavianus. We should probably let the warmarshall know sooner, rather than later."
The cleric searched his clothing for money while Nanith smiled unto himself. Oktavianus counted the correct amount and threw the gold coins on the table.
" My will for saving this town from eternal flames of hell has been
destroyed. Throwing me out of your bar will be the last thing you do in
your establishment!"
" So where to now? Are we off to the next tavern or do you want to visit a warmarshall first?"
The frustrated dwarf looked down at the little guy wondering how to tie the busted pieces of his adventure together.
Nanith was worried " You looked troubled Oktavianus. I think you need another drink; my treat!" The hobbit smiled at the cleric with a boyish grin " I'm not taking no for an answer."