Welcome back to your inn Gimli. It is nice to meet the creator of this inn. I think your work is very nice and hope to see you around more.

Eruwen jumped up for the first slab of warg meat, leaping over the table with ease in her excitement. "Oooo, I would love some, Eva! I've saved just enough of this great wine to wash it down with." She made her way up to the counter, pushing several patrons out of her way to get to the front.

"Okay Robbin, I'll tuck a bottle under his arm, but hide the corkscrew in case he wants to drink it upon waking, so as not to let him waste such a fine vintage while under the anfluence of incahol."

"Anyone want to split a slab of that delicious smelling marinated warg meat? I don't think I could eat one all by myself. My eyes aren't that big."

UM... Thanks but Gimli.. do you really have to pay for drinks at your own inn. isnt there some rule against you having to pay for your own ale and whatever else you serve.

Calin then goes back to nursing his new mug as he thinks about everything that had just hapened.

oh in that case, I will take another one. and i didnt know running an inn could be so taxing on the brain. mabye the head but not the brain.

Here you go gents, a refill for each of you and a bowl of cheese flavored popcorn to give your fingers something to do in between drinks. Enjoy!
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ANNOUNCING THE WINNER OF THE KHAZAD-DUMISH INN SONG CONTEST
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I Grondy being sober and in sound mind and in excellent spirits have deemed
The Khazad-dumish Inn Song by Eva lilith to be the winner. And the prize is: Dinner for two here at the inn (she won't be cooking that night), another bottle of the excelent fine wine we found in the second cellar, as well as her choice of breakfast in bed, a bouquet of roses, or a grease job and horseshoe rotation from Honest Gorbag's Garage and Emporium.

Well done Eva!

Well done Eva !!!!! you deserve the food and the night off
who will you take with you?

Congrats Eva!! I didn't even know about the contest till a few days ago but still... congrats.

I would love a tankard of that ale, but please if you see me drinking too much let me know - you know what happened last time. That als is really good but should carry a warning, (Maydmarion starts laughing).

Has anyone got any local news (meaning gossip) I could do with a good chat.

Eva was somewhat distressed at the prize for the contest, as she had no idea who to take to the dinner for two, and didn't want to seem selfish by asking for two dinners for one. She was so distracted that she didn't watch what she was doing in the kitchen, which is never a good thing in a place like the Khaz-Dumish...

OOC: Hello?... anyone there?

The long-forgotten and veeeeeery long sleeping body of Icefangs stirs. "What the 'ell?" she mutters and gets unsteadily to her feet. Ice walks over to the bar and passes, her head banging the top of the counter.

Eruwen stirred out of her warg food coma and looked over at Eva. "I think I have enough room to share a dinner for two now, Eva. Would you be interested in dining with me?" She brushed her long, silver hair out of her face, and retied the black leather knot holding it back. "Of course, I'm no handsome male elf, but I clean up fairly well," she said with a bright smile. "Come on, you can tell me about your life, and I will sit back and listen." She motioned to her to have a seat next to her.

"Grondy, anymore of that fine wine available for a small fee?" she said, batting her eyelashes at the kind innkeeper, attempting to look as innocent as possible...well as possible as it is for a murderess to look.

Wow that would be great....

Maydmarion stands up and hiccups and sits down with a red face as she looks around at the other patrons and giggles.

Please can I have some of those nice b-b-q warg ribs, I'm getting a bit hungry and I need to soak up some of the ale....also some of the pink lemonade might be nice....Maymarion hiccups again and starts a bout of giggling, which didn't look as though it was going to stop....... hic hic

Calin looks at marions plate as it comes out and sees whats on it. Grondy i think i will have the same as marion please. If it tastes as good as it looks then it will be fantastic.

sorry about the 4 word post but as i was typing the post the bell rang and had to make it short and sweet.

’Um... sure, Lady Eruwen. That is, I’d be glad to share my prize meal with you. I mean, if you really want to... okay.

OOC: sorry I’ve been gone so long. Don’t know how often I’ll be able to get on this summer, kind of busy, but I’ll try. Eruwen, if you really want that conversation you’ll have to give me a little bit to put my back story together consistent with Middle-Earth.

Okay Ice, here's you some Gimli's Finest ’ and a plate of Bar-B-Qed Warg Ribs to go with it. Let me know if you'd like a baked tater or some salad.

I'm going to have to install an air tight door in the second cellar; there are some rank smells coming up from below. I don't know if it's undead or newly dead, but it needs fumigating or a big air freshener or maybe an expedition to check it out and maybe get rid of the source; though a new door is probably the easiest to do.

as a fat hobbit walks through the door pushing a trolley of barrels that appear to hold more Ale, a fat elf wearing Tinker clothes jumps out and starts to sing "Daa Doo Doo Da Da Doo Da Da Doo Da Da Doo Da Da Doo Da Da..." while juggling three rubeber chickens and a palantir.
he then falls on his face and shouts TADA

"Well met Elrose, if you can add a verse or two to your ditty, it will qualify you for your first drink here, though your entering act was almost good enough other than being a tad bit short. Not having anything against shortness, except when it comes to the purse, my being short myself."

"What's it got in its barrels, we wonders, yes we does."

Laurel flung open the doors of the inn, feeling like she was home again. "I trust I won't have to sing again, Sir Grondmaster?" She shouted across the bar at him with a chuckle. "Hey everyone! Well- what have I missed? I myself was asked to attend the funeral of a distant cousin down in old Gondor and wound up being swallowed by a very large wormlike creature for about a month or so...nothing too crazy! How are you all?" She looked and smelled as one who had literally been living in someone's stomach for a month and her stench was even alarming to her; her clothes were torn to shreds, and one of her boots was missing-in-action. It was a wonder that in her travels back she hadn't been arrested for being a vagrant.

i am tired of waiting! were are those bloody ale barrels i came in? i don't think i finished them all

*elrose disappers in the ale barrels please do not disturb

Ice gulps down the wings on her plate and takes a large swig of ale. "AHH! That hits the spot right, it does!" She turns and claps for Elrose, putting in a well-placed, 'woohoo' here and there. On seeing Laurel she stands and walks up to her. "Hey there, mate? How ya been?" she askes, then her opens her arms, wanting a hug.

Eruwen jumps up, excited to see her friend, Laurel, again. She runs over to her, pushing herself in front of Icey, and gives her a big hug. Placing her hands on Laurel’s shoulders, she distances herself a bit and holds her breath. ’Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,’ motioning upstairs with her head. ’I may share some of my food with you if you’re lucky,’ she smiles. ’Really though, I was beginning to get very lonely around here. I’ve been wondering where you wandered off to.’ Turning to the innkeeper, she says, ’Grondy, please get a glass of your finest for our returning traveler.’

i usume that applause was for me not Laurel. this sure beats the ale in those barrels, got to much dirt in it they did.

"Wow, if I'd known I'd get such a warm welcome back I would've left a long time ago! How are you, my friends?" She gave all the folks around her excruciating, pungent hugs and quickly gulped Grondy's offering of the vintage beverage. "That's fine stock, that is, Eruwen! What a nice little prize for your troubles in that old cellar...Lord knows I need it...Grondy, sir, you'd better stash some o' that somewhere for yourself." Laurel shuddered as the liquor hit her. "Well, I didn't exactly come back empty-handed either..." She reached into a pocket of her mangled travelling cloak and brought out a small, green package. Laurel tossed it to Eruwen, grinning madly, and said to her small welcoming committee, "Don't worry, there's enough here for all." The contents of the package were strange-a deed to a small village in Gondor, ten peices of various size of genuine mithril, four small bunches of Athelas, two bundles of Old Toby pipeweed, and a golden necklace. "Please-take what you like, but the deed and one of the Old Toby's are mine. So what has gone on while I was travelling? Anything?"

Eruwen was immediately drawn to the mithril in Laurel’s hand. She picked up one of the small pieces and held it up in the light. ’Look how magnificent that is. I’m going to make it into a necklace. Thank you so much, Laurel.’ Eruwen looked around the bar, trying to think of anything Laurel needed to be updated on. ’Hmmm’well, to be honest, nothing much has gone on around here really. A lot of drinking, but hey, that’s nothing new.’

’Ya know, Grondy. Now that you mention it, I have no idea where Claw is. She must have wandered off while I was enjoying my wine. My guess is that she is causing trouble in the kitchen, or at least I hope, because I would hate for her to cause trouble with Amarie’s Balrog.’