[b]Starting Date and Time:[/b] 28th day of Ceruleo, 300 DM, 11th Stretch

[b]Starting Location:[/b] The Bearded Clam pub, Scream Watch

[b]CS URLs:[/b] [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3200194]Temen[/url] & [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3188152]Leona "Leo" Hartford[/url] & [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/3167663]Raffey Silafin[/url]

Raffey was laughing uproariously in the middle of the Bearded Clam. It may have been early, but the drinking and fun had already begun. There was a crowd circled around something, and there was cheering going on. In the center of them all was a pair of dwarflings, half dwarves. They were just over three feet tall, and were in a very awkward position. Their long beards were tied together and they were staring daggers at each other.

The barkeep shouted over the ruckus, [color=82ca9d][i][b]"Alright, start placing your bets. You can bet on Rakton with the red beard, or Lendin with the black beard. You may also place bets on the number of take downs, as well as anything else you heathens can think of!"[/b][/i][/color]

Raffey had already made up his mind, handing five golds to the barkeep, [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Five on da ginja beard, tree takedowns."[/b][/i][/color] The barkeep deposited the money in his lockbox, and after a bit, shouted, [color=82ca9d][i][b]"Alright! Bets are placed! Dwarflings ready! Three, two, one, pull!"[/b][/i][/color]

The two dwarflings planted their feet hard into the floor, and began leaning away from the other, attempting to pull the other out of a drawn circle on the floor, by the beard, only using their beards. They were grunting, their faces in pain. The gingerbeard dwarfling managed to pull the blackbeard down to his knees twice, two takedowns. Raffey was chugging his ale and cheering loudly, as the blackbeard looked to be about pulled into yet another takedown. However, it was a feint, he leaned forward suddenly, to throw the other off balance, before yanking hard away. The red bearded dwarfling was caught by surprise, flopped on his stomach and was dragged out of the circle. The black bearded dwarfling was victorious and Raffey lost his bet. A dagger was produced and the red beard was cut, releasing them.

But Raffey wasn't in poor spirits, sitting down at a random table, ale slopping around. He looked around the table, noting a few strangers, though he was sure was about to get to know them. [color=fdc68a][i][b]"Y'all win any moneh?"[/b][/i][/color]