Magical Sailor Fuku

You push the heavy oaken door open and step into the old tavern. A thick pall of smoke hangs in the air, obscuring sight somewhat. It's dimly lit by dozens of burning candles. An older man in coarse brown robes sits by the fire, warming himself in the chill evening air. A rowdy man in a heavy black coat is shouting jeers and catcalls at any woman who passes him. A handsome young man, his ears faintly pointed sits on the stage, singing songs of heroism to the crowd. The grizzled dwarf behind the bar waves a hand in greeting, calling out in a gruff voice, "Welcome tae the Drunken Pig! What c'n I git fer ya?"

Lyon walks into the tavern and sits by the fire to warm himself from the cold he was just in.

The elderly gentleman glances at Lyon from across the fire, nodding politely. "Evening youngster, a bit late for a walk isn't it?"

Lyon looked up from the fire. "Yes, I suppose it is a bit late..." He then went back to looking at the fire. I hope I can find something to do around here...

Ebony looks around the tavern hoping someone may need someone to protect them on a journey. She loves the new places this always opens up for her as well as the meeting new people. Of course, the money doesn't hurt either. "Hm.. perhaps that one that just entered?" She works her way across the tavern to listen in on whatever the newcomer may be up to or planning.

Bruce enters the bar, satisfied he found a place that just anyone is allowed to walk inside. He greets the barkeep happily with an excited wave, just happy to be acknowledged, althought he doesn't really understand what a whatcnigitferya is. He examines the place carefully for the most comfortable available chair, and sits down. Althought the noise is no problem for his meditation, the smoke seems to bother him, so he simply sits in his chair quietly, reflecting on his day.

The old fellow smiles and nods slowly. "Well the Drunken Pig is certainly a good spot to warm your bones. Are you a traveller?" If Ebony is listening in, she hears all this.

The dwarf blinks at Bruce's enthusiastic greeting and clears his throat at the boy. "Lad? Need somethin?"

Lyon, still looking at the fire, begins to think to himself. is there any way that I can test my powers, and maybe find someone who can teach me. Even finding a place that with people who won't ridicule me for being half elf...or knowing magic.

The old man...receiving no reply from the boy who's evidently day dreaming blinks a bit and shrugs, leaning back in his chair.

Bruce returns from his deep thoughts, and speaks to the dwarven fellow behind the bar.

"I am in the process of needing the something! I do not know where home is being. You?"

Bruce smiles.

Ebony, in the hopes of perhaps sparking the newcomer into talking, begins to talk to the old man. "Old man, I must inquire if there is any work about these parts? I just got into town about a week ago and its been a dry spell for jobs."

It was at this point that Lyon decided to get himself a drink. He stood up and walked over to the bartender. "What do you have to drink?" He asked.

The dwarf raises his eyebrows and seems to think a minute after Bruce's little speech. "Er...well where ya from boy?" He glances at Lyon after he approaches. "Beer, ale, and maybe a bottle o' wine lad."

The old man hmms a bit and leans back in his chair. "Oh plenty of work lass, plenty of work. It all depends on what kind of work you're interested in hmm?"

Kraus slinks into the tavern. He's obviously just gotten into a little bit of trouble, and is taking some time in the tavern to let the heat die down. He goes up to the bar table slumping his shoulder.

"Can I get my usual, just a pint," he said to the barkeep. "And, if gaurds come by, I was drinking all afternoon."

He frowns at Kraus, and holds out a hand expecting coin. "If ya want an alibi lad y'know how much it is."