I know! Loni is hilarious!
Okay, so, I figured that technically I wasn't saying that the dwarf walked across the room to meet us or anything like that, and that maybe if I picked her up and dragged her (being as drunk as she is) that she didn't have much of a choice. Of course, now that I am pointing a dart at her, she has the choice to do whatever she wants. Was I wrong in thinking this?
But...now that we are on the topic of doing things for other characters...Adreia, how do you know Lightfoot is a head and a half taller than Eruwen? Eruwen is extremely tall, about 6'2" to be exact. Is Lightfoot really that much taller than she? She can be...I just thought I would point it out.
Eruwen turned to Lightfoot, "What do you mean it doesn't seem right? The Master said she needed housebreaking, didn't he?" Eruwen didn't really have any intention of hurting the dwarf anyway; she just wanted to scare her a little, that is, if the dwarf was sober enough to even realize what was going on.
Thread: The Khazad-dumish Inn.. Please watch your head coming through the door.
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Anyone may join in this RPG at anytime Ulmo lord of waters, all you have to do is sing a song for the current customers of the Inn. See Gimli's Quote in this thread's first post.
"And here's your refill Eruwen, enjoy!"
"And here's your refill Eruwen, enjoy!"
I read Adreia post as 'Lightfoot was looking up at Eruwen'. And see? Now you got a bit annoyed because you felt Adreia had decided something about your character that you had not agreed to. If it is ok for you to move Loni around as you like, then it would be ok for Adreia to decide that you are short. See my point and the reason for the guidelines? You know I am right, just admit it. 
I'll never admit it!
Amarie, deciding I'm short is not the same as dragging a drunkard across a room. I certainly expect Loni to either fight back and not allow me to do what I am doing or to be so drunk not to care. I know RPG guidelines, and I didn't think what I did was a problem...but oh well. Why don't we wait to see what the drunken dwarf is going to do about all this hullaballoo (love that word)?
Amarie, deciding I'm short is not the same as dragging a drunkard across a room. I certainly expect Loni to either fight back and not allow me to do what I am doing or to be so drunk not to care. I know RPG guidelines, and I didn't think what I did was a problem...but oh well. Why don't we wait to see what the drunken dwarf is going to do about all this hullaballoo (love that word)?
"Aye, Miss Amarie, I think Loni never did hear that one 'bout the sleeping dwarves...here's your drink. Glad that balrog soot came off easy." Laurel came out from behind the bar and proceeded over to Eruwen, Lightfoot and the drunken Loni. "Now, now, we can't have an 'honorable' dwarf like Loni here sprawled out on the floor like some heathen orc or some such thing...if she needs housebreaking, I happen to know a nice trick for such a thing-it's called being 'cut-off'! Here, Loni, drink this." Laurel handed Loni a small cask containing the last of her Sober Serum(a family recipe), then she asked Eruwen and Lightfoot to remove their footwear. "That way, you both are not so intimidating to the hobbit and dwarf patrons, being so tall and all...which reminds me...I know a great song about tall folk..." She mounted an empty table and began.
"Oh, far away, on a bleary day
a maid set out in search of love
She met a giant, to love he was not defiant,
but due to his height, he towered above
She found a ladder, but became sadder
as she discovered it wasn't tall enough
to reach his lips-she came up to his hips!
so a kiss was as elusive as a dove
She despaired, but they were paired
and love would not be quelled by height,
so she on a hill and he stooping still
were happily married that very night!"
"Oh, far away, on a bleary day
a maid set out in search of love
She met a giant, to love he was not defiant,
but due to his height, he towered above
She found a ladder, but became sadder
as she discovered it wasn't tall enough
to reach his lips-she came up to his hips!
so a kiss was as elusive as a dove
She despaired, but they were paired
and love would not be quelled by height,
so she on a hill and he stooping still
were happily married that very night!"
Rhapsody raised her tankard in a silent praise. Inwardly she chuckled about what happened. It was most certainly never boring with a dwarf around!
The inn door slammed wide open, and in popped a dwarf with scruffy, brown hair and a braided beard. An axe and a hamemr crossed on his back. "Ooh! Looks like Ham's joining a party! Time to sing a song....hmmm...I hope this one will do!"
"Near where the gods walk,
Near where animals talk,
A great song is sung,
The song from my tongue.
Taste the water so fine,
The water made into wine
With grapes of the plumpest kind
Only the gods know where to find!"
Will that be good enough to get me at least a tall mug of ale?
"Near where the gods walk,
Near where animals talk,
A great song is sung,
The song from my tongue.
Taste the water so fine,
The water made into wine
With grapes of the plumpest kind
Only the gods know where to find!"
Will that be good enough to get me at least a tall mug of ale?
Rhapsody gestured , in her own and silent way: please give this good dwarf your finest Ale!
Amarie applauded the nice songs and greeted the new dwarf. "Good song, good song. I am sure Grondy will reward you with a taste of 'Gimlis finest'."
She took a sip of her 'Balrog on the beach' drink and laughed and shook her head as she watched them try their best to housebreak Loni. "I have trained and tamed a lot of creatures in my life, but that dwarf there will do things her own way no matter what."
She took a sip of her 'Balrog on the beach' drink and laughed and shook her head as she watched them try their best to housebreak Loni. "I have trained and tamed a lot of creatures in my life, but that dwarf there will do things her own way no matter what."
Aye-yup, that was a great song Master Ham, if I heard your name right. Here's a tankard O Gimli's Finest for ye. Enjoy!
Eruwen laughed wholeheartedly at Laurel's song, and set the dart down to applaud. "Hear, hear!" she cried. "Oh, I'm just playing with the dwarf," said Eruwen. "I hope she doesn't take it to heart...or perhaps won't even remember what happened." Eruwen looked down at her leather, flat-soled boots. "Somehow I doubt removing my footwear is going to make any difference in my height, Miss." Then she added with a nudge and a wink, "Keep in mind that it has been many moons since these shoes have been removed, and I highly doubt you would want me to do it here."
Eruwen proceeded to look around for another target keeper when, as luck would have it, another dwarf walked in the Inn. She could only smile to herself.
Eruwen proceeded to look around for another target keeper when, as luck would have it, another dwarf walked in the Inn. She could only smile to herself.
Rhapsody gave Eruwen a curious glance. 'Playing with dwarves?' She only liked to play with her own kin and those were most certainly not dwarves. "These folks are surely interesting." Rhapsody spoke to herself.
Loni spoke up, starting to get a teensy weensy little bit more sober. "THERE'S ONLY ONE DWARF ROUND HERE, NO MORE DWARVES GOING TO WALK IN HERE TONIGHT!!!!!! EXCEPT BORING ONES!!!!!!!" She looked at grondy. "YOU KNOw, ERUWHINE, YOU LIKE PLAYING WITH DWARVES, BUT I LIKE PLAYING WITH ELVES!!!!!!!! And other such peoples, but Elves are more fun." And she picked Eruwen up and proceeded to aim her at the dartboard, but fainted just in time. THUD!!!!!!!
Amarie laughed so hard that she spilled her drink. "That's what you get for messing with sleeping dwarves. A dose of your own medicine and a little bit extra." She wiped a tear from her eye. "Now that's entertainment. Come Eruwen, let sleeping dwarves lie and let my buy you a drink and some Spicy Balrog Wings." She smiled to herself. " 'I like playing with elves', priceless."
Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant!
Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant!
With her back turned to the drunk dwarf, Eruwen was greatly astonished when she felt herself being lifted into the air. It wasn't very long before she realized she was falling to the floor though, and both the elf and the dwarf landed with a thud. Eruwen, being a bit drunk, rolled off the dwarf and onto her knees, laughing hysterically along with the other customers of the Inn. "Amarie, don't think this will make me stop playing with dwarves though," she said shaking a finger at Amarie in jest while trying to catch her breath from laughing so hard, "not when the crowd reacts so well." She prodded the dwarf a bit to see if she could rouse her, but realized it was of no use, so she sat down with a huge sigh at Amarie's table. "A drink would be lovely," she said whilst rubbing her backside; she winced a little knowing that a bruise was forming. ’I still want to play darts though’minus the dwarves for now, I suppose. Anyone up for it?’ She looked over at Lightfoot, "Would you like to join us here for another round of drinks?"
I knew Loni would have a great comeback!
I agree, Amarie
I knew Loni would have a great comeback!
I agree, Amarie "I suppose now there is only one fun dwarf!" Ham laughed as he nudged Loni's body with his foot. "Yep, out cold!" He took a swig of his ale and grinned with satisfaction.
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Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant!
Hahahahaaaa! Brilliant, Loni, brilliant!
Next time we can have a elf-tossing competition!!!!!!! I'll let you lot liven up the party a bit. I've been hogging it so far, and besides, I'd better leave a little more time for getting conscious again. I've drank at least eighteen barrels since I came in here!
Grondy winked at Loni and stated, "It's down the hall, first door on the left." And with a chuckle added, "And mind you don't put the seat up when you've finished: I don't want any of the customer's spirits dampened over another of your darn fool tricks."
Okay folks, today I done baked me a birthday cake: Devils Food with Cramy White Frosting. I refrained from adding candles at the request of the local Fire Marshal and the company through which we obtain our fire insurance. 
Step right up here for a hunk o my birthday cake and the drinks are on me.
Step right up here for a hunk o my birthday cake and the drinks are on me.
A slender Elf maid walks through the door, having to stoop quite a ways to get in. She is not wearing a cloak, as the weather is surprisingly pleasant outside, but is clad from head to toe in a deep shade of blue-green, which matches her eyes. Her boots and belt, as well as the scabbard at her side, however, are a coppery color, matching her fiery red-orange hair, which is partly covered with a bandana of the aforementioned blue-green color. She is also wearing a crimson colored necklace. She looks around and notices the sign above the bar. Due to much abuse, possibly by thrown axes and large amounts of water, it reads: LL NE CO ERS UST SI G. She raises her eyebrows and looks questioningly at the bartender.
’I assume it means sing?’ she asks.
Getting a nod, the cheerful-looking newcomer becomes thoughtful.
’Hmmm’ give me a moment, and I’ll try to come up with something suitable’’
After several minutes of meditative humming and finger tapping, the girl grins widely, springs up on to the stage, and begins to sing’
My first is the last in back and in Took
And part of the difference twixt left and forsook.
My next is the first of both haddock and hook,
My third is but one ere the first that’s in book.
My fourth’s at the end, the last of them all,
The fifth is the third, for those that recall.
For the sixth and the seventh, the same letter call,
Starting dizzy and drunk, this one’s not hard at all!
For the eighth, here’s an answer, and not just a clue:
When you’re all by yourself, there’s no one but you.
Next is a letter that helps cows go moo
Though they don’t meow or mumble, you’ll find it there, too!
I am the tenth letter, don’t look for me
I can’t be seen, for an I’s how you see.
My eleventh is neither in foul nor in free,
Gollum uses this one a lot, you’ll agree.
My twelfth is its own self divided by six,
My thirteenth the tenth one thrown into the mix.
My last are both second when you’re ’in a fix’
And at the ’n’d of where I get my kicks.
When you solve this riddle, you’ll have in your hand
The name of the inn that will never be bland.
So if you walk alone or roam in a band
Make your way to this tavern, the best in the land!
Now, if I’m initiated to everyone’s satisfaction, I’d like to ask for some of that cake. I was also wondering if there were any positions open here (e.g. barmaid, designated pink oliphaunt driver, etc.)?
’I assume it means sing?’ she asks.
Getting a nod, the cheerful-looking newcomer becomes thoughtful.
’Hmmm’ give me a moment, and I’ll try to come up with something suitable’’
After several minutes of meditative humming and finger tapping, the girl grins widely, springs up on to the stage, and begins to sing’
My first is the last in back and in Took
And part of the difference twixt left and forsook.
My next is the first of both haddock and hook,
My third is but one ere the first that’s in book.
My fourth’s at the end, the last of them all,
The fifth is the third, for those that recall.
For the sixth and the seventh, the same letter call,
Starting dizzy and drunk, this one’s not hard at all!
For the eighth, here’s an answer, and not just a clue:
When you’re all by yourself, there’s no one but you.
Next is a letter that helps cows go moo
Though they don’t meow or mumble, you’ll find it there, too!
I am the tenth letter, don’t look for me
I can’t be seen, for an I’s how you see.
My eleventh is neither in foul nor in free,
Gollum uses this one a lot, you’ll agree.
My twelfth is its own self divided by six,
My thirteenth the tenth one thrown into the mix.
My last are both second when you’re ’in a fix’
And at the ’n’d of where I get my kicks.
When you solve this riddle, you’ll have in your hand
The name of the inn that will never be bland.
So if you walk alone or roam in a band
Make your way to this tavern, the best in the land!
Now, if I’m initiated to everyone’s satisfaction, I’d like to ask for some of that cake. I was also wondering if there were any positions open here (e.g. barmaid, designated pink oliphaunt driver, etc.)?
Before the new elf walked in, Eruwen stepped up to get a piece of Grondy's birthday cake. "Wow, this is the best birthday cake I have ever had," she said as she licked some frosting from her fingers. "What's in it?" After she said these words, she wished she hadn't; she was sure she didn't really want to know what was in the cake.
She glanced at the incoming elfmaid. Hmmm....one of my own kind. I hope she hasn't seen me on any of the wanted posters, Eruwen thought to herself.
She glanced at the incoming elfmaid. Hmmm....one of my own kind. I hope she hasn't seen me on any of the wanted posters, Eruwen thought to herself.
Eva looked at Eruwen curiously. She vaguely remembered seeing her somewhere before... Guess it's none of my business anyway, she thought to herself. "Oh, how rude of me! I guess I shouldn't ask for cake without wishing the person it's for a happy birthday! So... consider it wished! Happy Birthday, Grondmaster!!!
Amarie greets the new elf. "Now that was a lovely spelling song. Though I don't think many were sober enough to get the message, but I do belive I saw Grondy wipe a tear from his eye. Or maybe it was the a drop from the Khazad khzampagne that was opened and showered us all. That dwarf sure knows how to party!"
Here's a hunk of cake Eva lilith and also a tankard of Gilmli's Finest for your wonderful song. We could use a part time cook and you may ask Laurel if she would like an assistant to help with the waiting, scrubbing, and linen changing. I got dibbs on the bottle washing.
*bows to Amarie* "Why, thank you!"
"And thanks to you as well, Grondmaster, for cake, tankard, compliment, and job. If you will show me wear to stow such gear as I have, I can start pretty much right away... how about it, Laurel, would you like some help?"
"And thanks to you as well, Grondmaster, for cake, tankard, compliment, and job. If you will show me wear to stow such gear as I have, I can start pretty much right away... how about it, Laurel, would you like some help?"
"O' Course! More time then for me to partake of the festivities around here, Miss! Right this way, I'll show you to your quarters, then. Pleased to meet you. If you ever need a thing, even some o' that good old liquor I have stashed away for nighttime, just let me know. Oh you'll do fine here! Though not so many gentlemen elves of late...anyway," Laurel went on for ages, hardly letting the elf maid answer her, until she had led her to her room, which was in the back of the Inn. "If you're not needing anything, Miss, I'll be off to cook us up a belated birthday feast for our lovely Mr. Grondy. You can take up the cooking duties tomorrow if you like; tonight relax and have some fun!" With that, Laurel left her to be alone for awhile and settle in.
Drizzt slips quitely into the tavern and sees the sign saying all newcommers have to sing. He thinks back to his childhood and all the songs they used to sing. "well well I don't know if I have a song that wont break up the peace in this fine establishment." he says quietly. he thinks some more and then remembers an old song he read in There and back again.
He sings softly.
"The road goes ever on and on
Away from the door where it began
and I must follow if I can
to where the road meets some larger way
where many paths and errands meet
and wither then I cannot say."
He then sits down at a quiet table near the back of the tavern near the door. He watches for a moment and then flags down a serving person and asks for a cup of tea and a bit of pipe weed as he pulls out his pipe the hilts of his scimitars glitter lightly in the light of the tavvern but he quickly pulls his cloak back over them.
He sings softly.
"The road goes ever on and on
Away from the door where it began
and I must follow if I can
to where the road meets some larger way
where many paths and errands meet
and wither then I cannot say."
He then sits down at a quiet table near the back of the tavern near the door. He watches for a moment and then flags down a serving person and asks for a cup of tea and a bit of pipe weed as he pulls out his pipe the hilts of his scimitars glitter lightly in the light of the tavvern but he quickly pulls his cloak back over them.
Eva comes out of her room, having settled in to her satisfaction. Suddenly, she notices something rather strange...
"Umm... Grondmaster? Why is that wall turning pink? And is it made of... jelly?"
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!! 
"Umm... Grondmaster? Why is that wall turning pink? And is it made of... jelly?"
Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!!! Yup, a combination of wild strawberry, rassleberry, beebleberry, and pink passionberry all in a sweetened gelatinous base. 'Tastes Great and It Is Less Filling', though our buttered scones to spread it upon deduct from that latter attribute.
Here's your pot of tea Drizzt, though for the song your due a free tankard of Gimli's Finest. Request it at your convenience.
Here's your pot of tea Drizzt, though for the song your due a free tankard of Gimli's Finest. Request it at your convenience.
"AAARGH! ELVES!!! Elves!!! Elves. elves... ELVES!!!!!" said the weirdo dwarf who had recovered from her drunken daze. "Hey, who wants an Elf-tossing competition??? Those are fun!" And she promptly picked up Drizzt and shook him. "What a funny-looking Elf!!!!!" she said. Then she saw that Balrog wings were beeing served, steeped in good strong one hundred percent alcohol. "BALHOL!!!!!! BALHOL!!!!!!" (my name for it) She dropped Drizzt and quickly downed four barrels. And fainted. AGAIN.
Eva stared at the passed out dwarf, looking rather stunned. "I thought that was some weird sort of decoration... she's rather intense when she wakes up, isn't she? Does that happen often?"
"i think so," said Ham as he took a piece of birthday cake and shoved it whole in his mouth, although some of it was caught in his facial hair. "Thank you, and I'll have that free drink now. Surprise me!" Ham looked back at Eva and said, "I wish she'd stay awake for more than a few minutes. She seems quite fun, but no fun for that Dwarf. I wonder if she'll remember this tomorrow..."
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Aye-yup, that was a great song Master Ham, if I heard your name right. Here's a tankard O Gimli's Finest for ye. Enjoy!
Aye-yup, that was a great song Master Ham, if I heard your name right. Here's a tankard O Gimli's Finest for ye. Enjoy!
"I believe sir, that you have already had your complimentary drink, sir, so unless Grondy's is handing out free rounds again, you'll have to sing again... or maybe wait until someone else buys around... I believe payment in mithril is acceptable, but that is extremely rare. Of course, I could just put it on your tab..."
OOC: I'd better not wake up so soon after my passing out. I'm come out for longer times from now on, I promise. You see, I used to not be reliable as to how often I'm on PT, but now I can get one each day. I've got the computers room for my classroom so I can go on in peer group time, calling of the roll and all that. Have any of you noticed that I haven't paid for any drink since I first entered? MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! AND I DON'T INTEND TO!!!!
Lol it's great to have you around so much Loni!
Lightfoot blinked a bit, watching everything. She sat down in a corner and watched everything after bidding Grondy a happy birthday. She smoked her pipe and watched everything closely.
Lightfoot blinked a bit, watching everything. She sat down in a corner and watched everything after bidding Grondy a happy birthday. She smoked her pipe and watched everything closely.
Never posted my race so no elf tossing me cus you don't know if I'm playing a dwarf
Drizzt brushes himself off as he gets to his feet and heads back to his table and poors a cup of tea and sips it thoughtfully. "My dear dwarf If you must toss elves I would advise you not to toss me for I am not your run of the mill elf." he tosses back the hood of his cloak that had been covvering his face showing the dark skin of his people never seen on the surface in many area's. "I might just have to toss a dwarf." he laugh softly the scimitars sitting against his hips.
Drizzt brushes himself off as he gets to his feet and heads back to his table and poors a cup of tea and sips it thoughtfully. "My dear dwarf If you must toss elves I would advise you not to toss me for I am not your run of the mill elf." he tosses back the hood of his cloak that had been covvering his face showing the dark skin of his people never seen on the surface in many area's. "I might just have to toss a dwarf." he laugh softly the scimitars sitting against his hips.
"Now, now, there'll be no tossing of any sort if I have any say, lest it be alcohol being released from someone's stomach! Now, since we are seemingly in need of some new excitement, I have a little trick up the old sleeve." Laurel said as she unrolled a cloth on the top of an empty table. What emerged from the cloth were what looked to be old, dried-up claw-looking things that were straight as an arrow and lightweight. "Here are my Dad's old dragon-claw darts. He got 'em while he was serving under King Elessar, when my family still called Gondor home. Found 'em in an old shack just outside the Westemnet of Rohan. Must've belonged to a dragon at some point, though I daresay I would not have liked to be the one who procured them from whatever dragon they came off of! Anyone up for some darts? Whoever is not behaving themselves can have a target painted on their weasely face!"
"There are the darts I was looking for!" said Eruwen. She picked up one of the darts and threw it easily toward a narrow post in which it stuck without a problem. As she did this, the accident that banned her from Thranduil's halls briefly fluttered through her mind, but she was quick to dismiss it. "I love the feel of those, they have a nice weight to them," she said to Laurel while walking over to retrieve the dart. "Now, those are truly genuine." Raising a mischievous eyebrow, she addressed the patrons of the Inn, "Now, who wants to play my favorite game -- dragon-claw darts! Of course, it is tradition that someone hold the target, but I'll be more forgiving here. Are those the targets on yonder wall?" she asked Laurel.
"Oooo dragon claws." Amari’ hurried over to study them. "Nice ones they are. This was one dragon who didn't bite its nails. It is a little known fact that dragons actually loose their claws at a certain age, almost like kids loosing their baby teeth, only the dragons loose all at once. Then the claws grow out in the more familiar curved shape. Quite a few wannabe dragonslayers have simply found such nails, and pretended to have pulled them out themselves. Lets count the rings! One, two, three, mumble mumble, about 2367 years old he was when he dropped this. Great claws."
"Why, thank you, Miss Amarie! And yes, Eruwen, those are the targets. You'll notice the likenesses of Morgoth, Sauron, and Gothmog placed behind 'em...should be quite fun! Now where is that dwarf Loni got to now? Surely she'll be up for some darts. Oy! Loni!" She went over to the crumpled body on the floor and gently kicked her. "Darts, Loni?"
Eva pops her head out from the kitchen. "Is anyone feeling peckish? I believe it's my day to cook, since Laurel is obviously off, so are there any requests? I think Grondy still has some warg left over... I could make sandwiches. And I can make pretty good soup..."
Lord Drizzt : With a name like yours, your reputation has proceeded you. Most everyone has heard of Drizzt, Dark Elf Lordling, Hero of all Faer’n.
"Hey Eva lilith, how about making a big pot of barley beef soup with carrots, onions, and lots of garlic?
Meanwhile here is another bushel of hot buttered popcorn and some bowls for them that wants something to munch on while their wetting their whistles."
"Hey Eva lilith, how about making a big pot of barley beef soup with carrots, onions, and lots of garlic?
Meanwhile here is another bushel of hot buttered popcorn and some bowls for them that wants something to munch on while their wetting their whistles."
"Can do, sir. The weather appears to be taking a turn for the worse, so a big pot of soup will be good for any new arrivals to warm up with as well as for those already present..."
Soup? what kinda soup?
Dragons lose their claws, Amarie...that's good...he he.
Eruwen watched as Laurel tried to stir the dwarf, Loni, but nothing happened. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to practice by myself, since nobody seems to want to play," which she was very content doing mind you.
She glanced over her shoulder at the dark elf that had just entered. "I hope he doesn't cause me any trouble," she thought to herself. "I think I've wandered far enough from Mirkwood to not encounter any danger here." She looked at him again and realized that he actually looked very familiar. "Now, where in the world would I know him from?" But perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her...more alcohol would fix that right up!
"Grondy," she said while throwing a dart at Sauron, which she hit dead in the center, "How about another drink?"
Eruwen watched as Laurel tried to stir the dwarf, Loni, but nothing happened. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to practice by myself, since nobody seems to want to play," which she was very content doing mind you.
She glanced over her shoulder at the dark elf that had just entered. "I hope he doesn't cause me any trouble," she thought to herself. "I think I've wandered far enough from Mirkwood to not encounter any danger here." She looked at him again and realized that he actually looked very familiar. "Now, where in the world would I know him from?" But perhaps it was just her mind playing tricks on her...more alcohol would fix that right up!
"Grondy," she said while throwing a dart at Sauron, which she hit dead in the center, "How about another drink?"
"I'll play with ya, laddie!" yelled Ham as he approached her with a mug in his hand. The foam overflowed from the top. "Aw!" He ducked to catch the stray ale and sucked up the foam on the top. "Now that's ale." He got back to Eruwen. "Yeah, I'll play with ya. You look like you could be a good match. I never caught your name, did I? Maybe I did, and I just cna't remember if I saw you."
"Yah, you betcha! Coming right up. Here you go my lady. Lemme know if you want to switch to something else."
"Since it's my day off, Sir Grondy, may I have some swig, too?" Laurel said coyly, edging her way over to the bar area. "Unlike a lotta the company present, I will actually pay!" She said, chuckling merrily.
Drizzt chuckles softly and pulls a boot knife out and throws it dead center of the target from accross the room "I would play darts with you lot but I seem to have an unfair advantage since I do not drink anything that might lessen my awareness of my surroundings." He gets up walks over and plucks his knife from the wall replacing it in his boot he goes back to his table and sips his tea solomly before pulling a long pipe from his pocket and lighting it then taking a drag and blowing heart shaped smoke rings at the females in the room.
"Well that was impressive, mr drow, except that that was not the target they played on, so you missed by a meter or so. Even my goblins knows not to throw knives across a room while under the influence of tea. Hmm that reminds me, time to feed the balrog. Add fuel to the fire, so to speak." She grinned at her own lame joke and strolled out humming to herself.
