....shit.
Well, that went pretty smooth didnt it?
I'm covered in blood for fuck sake...and I almost got recruited by a band of thugs!
You should be glad that your not one of those guys on the floor...speaking of them, how 'bout we check their pockets!
Wait...I need a drink first... Think someone will mind if I take this drink?
You're alone in a bar and you decide to steal someones halffinished drink!?
Guess your right...
There was a bloody war in here just a few minutes ago!
After clearing out a few of the cups which were left behind it came down to some corpselootingbusiness. Starting off with the alcohol might've not been such a bad idea...looting is generally not a terribly pleasant occupation...
Sadly most of the warden's troops appeared to be dirtpoor, most of 'em didnt owe a single Urist to their name.
-Bag- *Changes*
A spare sock Gulog's sock (I think the paranoid crossdressing voice managed to burn this one during his rampage)
2 Dimple cups and 3 Sweet pods
More wierd plants
A marble marble
A small chisel
2 missmatching buttons
An empty waterskin
A toothpick
A dagger
128 coins +5
Ah well at least we got a bit of armor out of that eh?
Pfff, these bastards were poor as fuck, wouldnt even call 'em fit for battle! Look at that one- He got a bloody wooden sword eh!
Yea...and most of the other stuff is copper...and bad quality at that.This stuff'll just slow Nerin down...
Never loot armour off a dead guy! It's bad luck. If the armour didn't stop them from dying then why would it protect you?
Try n get a hold of something lighter Nerin, like leather.
Beautiful!...the blood kinda ruin the picture though...
When was the last time you got some sleep?
I don't...
-Anyone there!?*Suddently someone pops their head over the counter*
-Oy, I it aint the lord of the glitterin' caves 'imself! -Where did the rest of you go?
-Ah ye kno'- we sensible people took our leave once the the fightin' started. Got m'self bit of an escaperoute down-ere', a tunnel one mightve' called it afta' a few stron' ones.-Aye, as crazy as ever I see. Wonder how come your still standin' til this day-This cunt over 'ere is covered in blud'. What a bastard! Nerin don't just stand there and take it!
Wh...what?
-Perhaps a man with a sheathed sword should also sheathe his tounge?
For fuck sake stop getting me into trouble!
-What 'yur sain' there mate?-Bwahahahahhaha-Wait...is 'he callin' me a coward or sometin'? Ey you pickn a fight 'ith me ey?-Ahh calm ya'self, don't ya think we've had 'nuff fightin' for today?-Pfff, if tis' reck o' a dorf is takin' the piss' aut-o-me gain' I swear on my mom's tits I'll break 'is bloody legs o sometin'!Wtf is he even saying?
Not too sure Nerin...I lost tracks when he started talking about tits.
Sigh...
-Wait...where did piper go? You know the guy who...stands around in the back...and...uhmm
-Rerek? He went and met up with the other smugglers.-Wait he's also a smuggler!?....Wait they're smugglers!? I thought they were merchants!
Nerin...he did kind of hint towards that earlier...
But...
-Bwahahahha, ya sure are gullible ey?-Then why is he here all the time...and not with the others?
-I don't remember you being so nosy, well his bit o' a middleman one might say.-Oh...why were you guys fighting the smugglers?
-Rememba when I told ya that Esmer was quick on the dagger? Well, not quick 'nuff! Bwahahahhaa...Brewster clearly enjoyed his own joke but Esmer gave him a very disapproving look and he quickly collected himself.
-They're a rude bunch...even for thugs...-A bonch 'o bloody sykpops...physko....fyso... -psychopathes...yea that! Dey be lucky 'tis 'lil fight broke out cause I was ready to bring 'em a piec 'o ma mind!-I'm glad it's over and that they didn't really break anytin' in important! Nerin you get-one-on the house since you look like shit!-No fair!!!-Well, ya look like shit too but that's ya mum's fault! Bwahaahahha, bring 'er over and she'd get one fo' free!Bwhahahaha Maybe she'd even get a bit o' Brewster 'imself, who knows! BWahahahha...Sitting there with a cup of dark ale barely indistinguishable from dogpiss I began contemplating my options...
A beer is always a beer but...I haven't had any proper sleep for Armok know's how long...and I'm all covered in blood...
While the smugglers might be my ticket out of here they don't strike me as the most reliable crew...If I had any plans on traveling in the near future time spent here would be wasted time...
But staying at Blackgate was getting progressively more dangerous...