-Uhhmm....my name... ehh...
What was my name...?
Your old name is long lost.
What do you mean?
You now call yourself Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-I go by the name of Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves!
-Plschh! *Esmar spits out the remainder of her drink*
-What...
-Oh heh, it's just...you didn't really strike me as a Nerin, Lord of the Glittering Caves kinda dwarf...
-Uhhmm....usually just Nerin for short...
What the crap was all that about? Why did you pick such an ambitious name!?
Shut up, it's excellent.
-Heheh, guess you're better off that way.
What now? I've never been good at talking with girls and right now I suffer from a severe case of insanity combined with a long period of complete isolation....
Dude We've got this!
-Nah it's an excellent name and you know what? It doubles as an euphemism.
-...! And it's a euphemism for what exactly?
-Oh, but we barely know eachother!
*mental facepalm* What are you doing!?
Relax, go and get some more beer and while you're up there you might aswell ask the fat guy for a job.
What...
-Are you drunk?
-Of course! I'm a dwarf what'd you expect? Wait here I'll go get another round!
-o____O'
My money!
You greedy bastard, what's the point of money if you are not going to use it?
uhhm...but...
Shut up!
-Hey Brewster...another round please.
-Aye ya lil' bastard, commin' right up! But wait com'n taste thish first, it'sh my latesht experiment!
*I grab the cup and watch it's content anxiously...*
I take a sip but I'm instantly about to throw up, I can't tell if it's the taste or the sheer amount of alcohol. The texture was extremely strange aswell, one could descibe it as a mix between a syrup stew and a raw egg.
Luckily I manage to hide my disgust and when Brewster asks for my opinion I burst out something about it being okay but a bit rough.
-Ahhh well Shnotbeard my friend I guesshh you're jusht too much of a lightweight to really appreciate the raw tashte of the Monarch Butterfly!
-It's actually Nerin...Lord of....sigh...Lord of the Glittering Caves.
-Bwahahaha, what a name ey!
-Yes, yes but...I'm kind of looking for work at the moment...and I thought maybe I could work here?
-What!? Trying to take my job are we now?
-No not at all! I was thinking more of a...uhhm
What's the plan here?
Barmaid.
-a uhhm...barmaid?
-Bwahahaha, you're a funny one Shnotbeard but unfortunatly you do not really have the titsh for the job.
-Oh...I'm sorry...
-Cmon matey, what'sh up with that shad face o-yours? Lishten here, maybe ya could come 'round later thish week and do shome cleanin' or shomtin'? That ish of courshe if I manage to remember it.
-I won't disappoint.
*Grab the beer and get over to the table*
That was a complete failure!
No...just a little bit...
You're making me look like a fool in front of everyone! Bar-maid!? Why!?
Now you're just overreacting, drink your beer and you'll feel better.
I still felt a bit akward just sitting there talking especially considering the fact that I had to rely on the stupid voices to come up with dialogue. But it accually got easier as we got drunker and after a while she was even laughing at the horrible jokes, before I knew it she began telling tales of her travels as an "adventurer". Most of them took place at the coast next to the Red isles but some went as far as to the Frozen hills of the south. Some of the stories were quite thrilling involving things like goblin ambushes or carps and they were generally centered around a pack of four dwarves. They choose a destination but no goal and then attempt to gather as many riches as possible along the way, sometimes it was accually quite heroic stuff-saving towns and such but generally they'd just rob some poor elves of all their belongings.
Ok! what's next?
@Tevish Szat. It's cool that you can predict all that's going to happen but...why did you have post it when I had already made the update
Massive spoilers!
Also can we try and come to some sort of a conclusion? I'm kinda tired of drawing this bloody brewery...