Aantum looked around for the guy he was taking to the middleman. Ashka started shuffling impatiently. He must have gotten lost in the crowd. They'd end up catching each other at some time. He decided to go back into the tavern. He needed to feed Ashka anyways.
He walked into the tavern to the bar. "Oi." he called, and ordered bread and cheese. "For Ashka." he said "Ole girl needs food in her belly."
A few seconds later his food came. Aantum bit into the bread. It wasn't the best in the world, but it was still plenty good. Nodding in satisfaction, he looked around again. Seeing his client nowhere in sight, he decided to grab another drink. The tavern's best ale. If his client wanted to go to the middleman, then he needed to be a little faster, as night wasn't really a good time to be traveling, especially for him. His bow wasn't that effective if he couldn't see.
He noticed the woman from before scoffing that food down like the Last Supper. He let out a big laugh, and started over to her, and stumbled, as he was once again drunk. This is why he couldn't come to taverns. Always getting drunk. He was lucky to still have a brain left. Reaching the table, he laughed again. "Slow down there lassie. I know you were hungry but the food's not going anywhere."
Another Sobering Potion appeared in his hand, that he chugged down. Dealing with travelers while drunk wasn't the smartest thing to do, and not really the safest either. Dealing with these travelers, he had to be sober...........at least somewhat. This time with the woman was with an elf. There was no way she knew this person. He sat down at the table. "I know the both of you's a traveler, but what brings ya here? One can't help but get the feeling that something's amiss with all these travelers here."
Another Sobering Potion appeared in his hand as he chugged his ale down and ordered another. Since there was an elf here, he was supposed to be on his guard as elves were a crafty people, but forget being sober. His blood had to be 90% alcohol at that point. Those Sobering Potions were a life saver. He hoped these travelers weren't wondering about all these potions appearing out of nowhere.
He walked into the tavern to the bar. "Oi." he called, and ordered bread and cheese. "For Ashka." he said "Ole girl needs food in her belly."
A few seconds later his food came. Aantum bit into the bread. It wasn't the best in the world, but it was still plenty good. Nodding in satisfaction, he looked around again. Seeing his client nowhere in sight, he decided to grab another drink. The tavern's best ale. If his client wanted to go to the middleman, then he needed to be a little faster, as night wasn't really a good time to be traveling, especially for him. His bow wasn't that effective if he couldn't see.
He noticed the woman from before scoffing that food down like the Last Supper. He let out a big laugh, and started over to her, and stumbled, as he was once again drunk. This is why he couldn't come to taverns. Always getting drunk. He was lucky to still have a brain left. Reaching the table, he laughed again. "Slow down there lassie. I know you were hungry but the food's not going anywhere."
Another Sobering Potion appeared in his hand, that he chugged down. Dealing with travelers while drunk wasn't the smartest thing to do, and not really the safest either. Dealing with these travelers, he had to be sober...........at least somewhat. This time with the woman was with an elf. There was no way she knew this person. He sat down at the table. "I know the both of you's a traveler, but what brings ya here? One can't help but get the feeling that something's amiss with all these travelers here."
Another Sobering Potion appeared in his hand as he chugged his ale down and ordered another. Since there was an elf here, he was supposed to be on his guard as elves were a crafty people, but forget being sober. His blood had to be 90% alcohol at that point. Those Sobering Potions were a life saver. He hoped these travelers weren't wondering about all these potions appearing out of nowhere.