[6]You decide to socialize with your fellow adventurers. There are five people in your new party, including yourself, and you go around the Tavern introducing yourself.
First up is a mysterious figure, dressed in a blood red (hooded) robe that hides their entire face. You introduce yourself.
"Good evening Sir. How are you on this fine afternoon?"
"You call this a good evening? I'm standing around here waiting for stuff to happen when I could be stabbing you for exp. But NOOOOO. I'm not aloud to kill anyone in town. I mean, what kind of stupid rule is that?"
You slowly back away and as you turn around, you think you catch a glimpse of the horns of a tiefling under the hood.
Next you find the next member of your party, a wise dwarf, battle-hammer to his side, muttering a prayer to a dwarven deity you've never heard of before, Armok.
"Afternoon sir."
"[Unintelligible Dwarven (Drunk?) Rambling]"
You're pretty sure that this party member is drunk but on the offchance that he isn't you move away.
Right next to the dwarf is the Old Man who gave you the legendary sword. He is drunk. You see a letter in his pocket congratulating him on becoming an honorary dwarf.
He informs you in garbles speech, "Dush Ye Lub me Sar-hic-abell-hic-uh." He then proceeds to try kissing you and passes out. You begin to wonder if there are any normal people in the party.
A young female half-elf dressed in the garb of a ranger sighs.
"Could you help me move grandpa up to his room. He always does stuff like this and I have to deal with the consequences."
"Sure, I'll help but I thought he lived to the south of here. Why are you up north?"
"Oh me. I shadow him and makes sure he doesn't do anything stupid. He tends to wander a bunch, even though he claims that he's going to settle down and retire from adventuring forever."
"That must be a tough job."
The conversation continues until grandpa is safely in his room.
Say goodnight and get a good nights sleep. [GM note, don't try anything funny with the half-elf or grandpa will be VERY angry with you]