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[Ross Vernal]

You wander East for a while in search of a money-changing map-maker.

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Total:5]

You are even more lost and far away from anyone who might speak your language and be able to point you around. It seems to be a nice enough part of the city, but you're pretty sure that the further down you head the street, the worse it will get. You are also sure that if you wander this way far enough, you will encounter a tavern. There's always alcohol in SOME direction.

Either way, the courtyards and alleyways are confusing as hell.

[Dermonster]

Taverns are excellent places to gather local rumors.

While simultaneously getting shitfaced.

[Ross Vernal]

You shrug and go to the taverns. Maybe there will be a dialect you can understand, and in the meantime, beer.

You continue down the road until you find a seedy-enough looking bar. You nonchalantly walk in, are the center of attention and mutters, then things resume back to normal, with a few mutters and points at your hat.

Huh.

The bartender grunts at you. You toss a coin at him, and he catches it and bites it. Satisfied, he grunts again and using sign language, explains to you that the large woman in a stained shirt will give you beer until you pass out, and to put your money where it can't be easily stolen. Or at least, you think. Giving him a nod, you go sit in a corner with your beer and wait, listening.

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You hear a bit of gossip about the area in a language you can understand, and become slightly familiar with local politics and suchlike. Across in the other corner, a cloaked person in what is obviously armor underneath is sharpening a fine-looking Dagger and staring in your general direction while drinking the finest vinegar that passes for wine in this den of alcohol and merriment.  Oddly enough, you have more of a bad feeling about the other patrons than you do about the person the plot is indicating is important.

You drink another beer and look around more. You find the biggest guy in the place, the drunkest, the riches, the poorest, and the third most dangerous behind you and Mr. Stabby over there.

You drink more beer, and reach a decision to do something.

[Spinal_Taper]

Change the continuum so Stabby is quite drunk, and a happy one, who just happened to approach us and tell us everything we could know.

[Ross Vernal]

[Happy anniversary to me and LoverGirl, by the way. June 20th. We went camping out in the wilds, enjoyed raspberry beer and blueberry wine, cooked up some potatoes (perderders!) and sausage, made camp popcorn, and discovered 23 .22's underneath our bed when I got up.

<3]

You... really aren't sure how to get someone drunk when you don't speak the language, but... eh, you try anyway.

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Total:10]

You slip back in time and wait for a drunk patron. You gently hit him in the head with your brick-in-a-sock and steal his clothes, then walk in and repeat something that seemed like "Drinks all around!" a few hours before you actually get there.

You pay for drinks all around. And again. And one more time, for good measure.

 Mr. Stabby looks at you and really doesn't seem fooled by your appearance, but toasts you nonetheless with a glass of wine, a smirk playing about his face. What you can see of it, at least.

Wait...

What?

You... don't quite know what's going on here, and decide that discretion is the better part of valor and try again an hour later with a better disguse. You do not think the fake mustache is all that convincing, but none of the patrons seem to notice the difference. This time, when ordering another "Drinks all around!" you look directly at Mr. Stabby.

He mouths the word "Really" and toasts you once again. You sigh in disgust and slip back... forward... whichever direction through time back to yourself. As you open your eyes, you see the large serving woman placing a glass of wine in front of you while Mr. Stabby laughs quietly at you in the corner.

You sniff the wine. It sure doesn't smell like poison, and you're still more mistrustful of the "food" than anything else here.

[Dermonster]

Take a small sip, and just go on over and ask what is so amusing.

((something something I forgot what we're looking for.))

[Aklyon]

I think we might have a plot wizard here.

Or just a rather unhelpfully perceptive person.

[Ross Vernal]

You take a sip of the wine and are surprised to discover that is is not the second closest thing to vinegar, but the third. You carry it over and sit across from Mr. Stabby, who throws back his hood to reveal a head of shockingly red hair and a big, cheerful and sincere smile that is rather SHINY.

"Done playing games yet, young wizard?"

"I would only guess that the games are just beginning, but that would be rude," you reply back, fake smile on. Why does the world persist on calling you "young wizard?"

"Perceptive of you. The truth never offends; we are all pieces on the board. Greetings, from one Knight to another."

He sets down an incredibly detailed knight from a chess set. It looks as though it is worth more than the surrounding neighborhood, wrought of gems and metal. You lean over to touch the sword, but upon seeing Mr. Stabby's grin getting bigger, you decide it's probably not a good idea.

"No offense, Mr... Stabby. Sir Stabby. But can we please cut to the chase?"

"You humans... always quick to the point. Fine. You know that big fancy gemstone you carry? The red gemstone is in this desert. It just so happens to be guarded by a dragon. The very same one that you were sent to kill, in fact. Simply put, it's on YOU to get all of them. Fate of the world is on your shoulders, power and responsibility and such. Yadda yadda, violence is the answer to the world's problems, so on, so forth. Any questions, Sir Young Wizard?"

Sir Stabby seems to be very amused by this whole concept, and it occurs to you that-

"I'm naturally like this. But yes, I am quite drunk, and no, I cannot read your mind, just your eyes."

[Spinal_Taper]

"Soooo... You gonna help?"

[Ross Vernal]

"What makes you think I'm on your side?"

Before you can answer, he laughs and shakes his head "no".

"Joking, of course. If I weren't on your side I would have waited outside and slit your throat while you robbed that poor naked bastard trying to explain to his... owner that he wasn't shirking. You're a wizard. Figure out what kind of magic to use in this situation."

[Aklyon]

"If you were choosing, would you lean more towards Nuke magic or Plot magic for fighting a dragon?"

[Ross Vernal]

"Between the two? Nuke, for its variety. Plot is fine for a young dragon, but once you pass the three century mark, you're out of your league. Less such for me, but..."

He shrugs and scratches in the air above his head.

...Huh. He nibbles at a carrot and swallows, then grins more. You can't help but notice his rather large teeth.

"...I have other talents aside from my feeble grasp on plot wizardry. My father would, of course, advise provoking it; that is why he is a High Lord and I simply his... younger hare."

He laughs and eats more of his carrot. You're pretty sure there is a joke here you are either not at all getting, or absolutely getting, but just not finding it at all funny. He calls out to the woman in Meeren, and she returns with another bottle of wine and some more fruit, including the sorriest-looking apples you've ever seen in your life.

[Aklyon]

Weren't we suppose to be looking for a map-making money-changer who possibly spoke our language?

[Ross Vernal]

You were, but then you got lost and found your way to an inevitable drinking hole, because it is a standard plot cliche that adventures can be found in taverns. Also, you have a faint sensation that you are somehow Relevant To The Universe and a Magnet for Trouble, and that you'd pretty much just end up wherever you need to go anyway.

You ponder such thoughts and other questions, including what sort of magic you could use to convince him to join your party. Looking at Sir Stabby, you have another suspicion that he'll just follow you around anyway, but sit there and do absolutely nothing to help you. You also suspect he's kind of an asshole.

[Spinal_Taper]

Ask about said dragon.