"What is this!" Bam cried, "I, the great BamGardo Bywater, brilliant inventor, skilled outdoors man, can't even get the pettiest of jobs because you are all so interested in those annoying puppets!" In truth, Bam was not really put off by the performance, in fact, if it hadn't inconvenienced him, he would probably be talking to the puppeteer at the moment, overenthusiastically congratulating him a performance. After a moment of standing on his chair, fuming, everyone most likely looking at him during this awkward second, he had an idea. "Here is an idea," BamGardo announced, focusing on the barkeep, "I bet that I can craft a tool that will make your bar keeping life easier. Anything you want! All I'll need are some tools and materials and I will make it! Now, Mr. Barkeep if you find the tool that I make is more impressive than that mess of sticks and wire that over-sized Gnomes calls a performance, than I get a free night's stay. If you don't, you'll never see my face in the tavern again!".[Charisma Please]

As the barkeep congratulated him, the masterful puppeteer vaulted onto a bar stool once more, chuckling as he steadied himself. With a wide grin, he watched the barkeep fill the first draught of ale and cheekily responded to the man's comment, "From whence I come, it is said that one never regrets a business deal with a puppet master." After his comment, he chuckled to himself and quickly accepted the free ale from the barkeep as a few strangers hobbled over to him. While he was interrupted from drinking his ale, he noticed both the drunkenness of the strangers, and the shouting gnome from the St. Christopher who had managed to hobble over to the bar. "Drink up," Zimnis cheerily commented, raising the over-sized mug to his friend before taking a big gulp.

Zimnis then put the half-drank mug down and conversed with the drunkards for a few minutes as more drama unveiled around himself. He explained what a puppet was to the drunkards, then sent them off, claiming that, "my tricks are my meals. No one wants to give away their meals, eh?" With his conversation over, he looked around the bar, trying to ignore the rambling gnome beside him as he finished off the last of his ale.

The drunkards asked for free ale, but the barkeeper swiftly told them off, as did Zimnis, who immediately felt internally guilty upon doing so(despite their persistence). The gnome looked around for the rather large and calm orc from the boat, but the green-skinned giant was nowhere to be seen! Swerving around, Zimnis grabbed another ale and, raising it towards the barkeep, claimed, "the orc won't be needin' this tonight," before trying once again to drown himself in the brilliant, frothy, golden liquid. This time, as opposed to the first, he could make out the faint taste of honey in the bitter-sweet drink. By the time the second draught was empty, he was certain that the hole which previously occupied the space of his stomach was full to the brim.

As he slammed the empty draught down beside the last, he released a rather loud belch and briefly complimented the barkeep before turning his attention to the creepy robed guy and the other gnome.




After waving off the drunkards once again, the persistent buggers he thought, feeling less guilty about it, he looked around once more and noticed the seer's booth near the back of the tavern behind the happy, but obtrusive faces of humans and dwarves. Zimnis had to squint to identify the rather shiny, green orbules of light from his companion's clothes due to the alcohol, but the resemblance was unmistakable once his sight was focused enough to see. Turning back around, he watched the odd, robed fellow drink his ale in amusement and told the barkeeper, "I hadn't spied those fancily-purpled draperies in the back over thar before now," at this he pointed to the fortune-teller, "what can you tell me about them?"

Haiaen stopped to wave the curtains around his fingers and looked around, a sensation of dizziness within. He stood unmoving beyond a sequence of blinks for a moment, before he jumped always from the purple curtains, intent in avoid poking them again. Yet, he soon found himself with his arms extended ready to touch the cloth. He would have done so, if the word fortune hadn’t being spoken.

Immediately, Haiaen went inside past the curtains to search the meaning of the woman claim. As Lindir was already there, he waited to see what would happen. He saw the elf pick his belongings and at the unmistakable glint of gold, Haiaen lightly hopped around a few steps, he could almost feel the adventure. How much will she give him? At what happened the undead halted and moved his hands to his own eyes, scrubbing them. Were his companions instead of after adventures giving them? Had he misunderstood something again?

He would have asked, but Lindir seemed too busy to answer his questions. So Haiaen added these new queries to his list of, at the moment, two hundred and eighty four and went to explore the rest of this crowded red dwarf. He passed near a few tables and when he was going to put his money grabbing skills to use, Bam protested about puppets stealing his job or something. He would have ignored the outburst, but he saw too strong a familiarity in the reactions of some of the people seated near the gnome to those that had waved torches and pitchforks against him. He went after BamGardo, reaching the bar when the barkeep gave his answer.



He fended off the drunks from his ale, even if he had no idea why it was his. He picked it, and mimicked what the people seated were doing with theirs. Barring the texture of the liquid he felt it was equal to any other liquid he had imbibed before. As the last dropped passed by his throat, he raised a brow and looked inside the empty mug.

Lindir would stare at the old lady as she muttered her chants and gazed at the orb as it shifted in color and he continued to try and sense the magical properties that her spell was using in order to perhaps make out its purpose. And hearing her words he would remember them carefully. Being quite shocked by what he heard but he did not show it. Staring back in to those icy blue eyes of hers he would then place his hands down on the table and gave her a slight scoff as she asked him to leave. "...You might be able to fool the lowlife humans on the other side of these curtains, old woman. But you can not fool my eyes...No mere human could posses the magical power you wield and as a seeker of knowledge and a fellow Arcanist I must ask what a being of such power like yours is actually doing here...Telling the fortunes of mere humans for simple coin...What are you and where did you find such terrifying power?..." He said with a low voice not wanting to have anyone else hear his words. Patiently waiting for her reply as he slowly tapped his fingers on the table.