Post by Cadfan on Feb 26, 2020 23:44:41 GMT
It was another good day for touring, and luckily enough Eldon Gimble Waywocket Wegbirt Gnumter Timbersdown had a group of willing tourists tailing him around town. Eldon knew his way around Daring Heights better than anyone else, at least that's what we thought. And he liked everyone who lived inside it’s walls. There was no-one he wouldn’t consider a friend, and if they weren't a friend, well then they were just a friend in the making.
He turned around, looking up due to his inherent gnomish height at his rapt listeners. They laughed on cue, smiled at stories, and one elvish woman even let out a little tear when he talked about the Refuge. He was bloody killing it today.
“Next up we have the Red House,” said Eldon. “Now normally I wouldn't recommend visiting here, it has all sorts of seedy folk inside. But you’ll be safe with me so don’t worry.” He gave a wink.
Eldon led them in. “Now this place is purportedly run by the infamous Halfling ‘Notorious D.O.C’. Whether or not this is still the case is up for debate but-”
“What is this guy bloody talking about?”
Eldon snapped his head. The rude responder appeared to be some sort of rough looking, dark haired, half-elf man. And he was far too drunk for midday.
“Cadfan,” said a half-orc to his side. “Stop shouting at everyone who walks in. You’re going to give this place a reputation.” He chuckled.
Well best to ignore them. Eldon turned back to the group. “So as I was saying this-”
“He’s doing it again,” said Cadfan.
Eldon cleared his throat and turned around. “Sorry, sir. Would you mind just giving me five minutes here to finish up explaining the storied history of this place to my customers.”
Cadfan arched his eyebrow. “You mean these handful of newcomers you grabbed off the street and started talking at? They look mighty bored.” He took a swig from the eight tankard on the table.
“I assure you that isn’t the case, sir.”
Cadfan smirked and pulled some dust out, muttered some words and blew it towards Eldon’s customers. “I’m not so sure about that.” He chuckled to himself, the half-orc joining, and pointed behind Eldon.
The four or so tourists had all fallen asleep on the ground.
“What in the bloody hells have you done?” asked Eldon.
“Just saved them the torture of having you talk at them,” said Cadfan. “You sound like a tired old goat.”
“I-” Why was he being such an arse? Eldon’s tour was ruined. Ruined. And after it had gone so well. His fists shaked. The bastard, the bloody…
“Cadfan was it?” Eldon asked.
“What about it?” Cadfan took another gulp from his tankard and slammed it back on the table.
“Nothing… Nothing at all.” Eldon walked out of the Red House over the sleeping bodies of his former customers.
Eldon had always thought that he would never not consider someone in Daring Heights as a friend or even a soon to be friend. He pulled out a bit of parchment and wrote down one word, ‘Cadfan.’
But today today he found the first person in Daring Heights he could consider an enemy.
*Cadfan acquired a hostile contact*
He turned around, looking up due to his inherent gnomish height at his rapt listeners. They laughed on cue, smiled at stories, and one elvish woman even let out a little tear when he talked about the Refuge. He was bloody killing it today.
“Next up we have the Red House,” said Eldon. “Now normally I wouldn't recommend visiting here, it has all sorts of seedy folk inside. But you’ll be safe with me so don’t worry.” He gave a wink.
Eldon led them in. “Now this place is purportedly run by the infamous Halfling ‘Notorious D.O.C’. Whether or not this is still the case is up for debate but-”
“What is this guy bloody talking about?”
Eldon snapped his head. The rude responder appeared to be some sort of rough looking, dark haired, half-elf man. And he was far too drunk for midday.
“Cadfan,” said a half-orc to his side. “Stop shouting at everyone who walks in. You’re going to give this place a reputation.” He chuckled.
Well best to ignore them. Eldon turned back to the group. “So as I was saying this-”
“He’s doing it again,” said Cadfan.
Eldon cleared his throat and turned around. “Sorry, sir. Would you mind just giving me five minutes here to finish up explaining the storied history of this place to my customers.”
Cadfan arched his eyebrow. “You mean these handful of newcomers you grabbed off the street and started talking at? They look mighty bored.” He took a swig from the eight tankard on the table.
“I assure you that isn’t the case, sir.”
Cadfan smirked and pulled some dust out, muttered some words and blew it towards Eldon’s customers. “I’m not so sure about that.” He chuckled to himself, the half-orc joining, and pointed behind Eldon.
The four or so tourists had all fallen asleep on the ground.
“What in the bloody hells have you done?” asked Eldon.
“Just saved them the torture of having you talk at them,” said Cadfan. “You sound like a tired old goat.”
“I-” Why was he being such an arse? Eldon’s tour was ruined. Ruined. And after it had gone so well. His fists shaked. The bastard, the bloody…
“Cadfan was it?” Eldon asked.
“What about it?” Cadfan took another gulp from his tankard and slammed it back on the table.
“Nothing… Nothing at all.” Eldon walked out of the Red House over the sleeping bodies of his former customers.
Eldon had always thought that he would never not consider someone in Daring Heights as a friend or even a soon to be friend. He pulled out a bit of parchment and wrote down one word, ‘Cadfan.’
But today today he found the first person in Daring Heights he could consider an enemy.
*Cadfan acquired a hostile contact*