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[Puppyguard]

(I merely added a k to urist so kurist is a fictional dwarven name.)

Kurist: uhhh... gimme som ayle... then w- *HICCUP* can tahk abut tahbs...
Kurist trips again over a stool and kicks another one which would have hit the goblin merc in the head, had he not parried it with his mug.
"oops...*HICCUP* thar's an accidnt waitn ta happn.

[Rethi-Eli]

The goblin mercenary chuckles.

"I've been where you are, friend."

The goblin mercenary gives Kurist a small pouch full of coppers.

"I'll be on the job soon, so I'll have plenty of money not so far from now. This should cover yer tab."

[Asin]

"Keh heh, this stuff always hits the spot. Better than any sunshine those damned elves drink.

Anyways, life hasn't been treatin' old me the finest. A drink always soothes the worst of yer pains though, that's for sure!

I've fallen on hard times, and I have ta return to the mercenary's life. How are things faring with yerself?"

Sulus: Barkeep stuff. Met a surprisingly nice necromancer.
What drove ya back to the mercenary business exactly?

And Kurist, I need the money, my friend.

[Puppyguard]

Kurist: "O' thankz m-*HICCUP* now i carn finaly gat in *hic* wit *HICCUP* out getin glard at bay everwan *hic* he- *HICCUP*(ninja'd)

Kurist throws the bag of copper coins at Sulus!
The flying bag of copper coins hits sulus in the upper body, bruising the lungs!
Sulus is having trouble breathing!
Kurist: Uh... wops... *hic* that wasn't... on perpus... sullusss.

[Rethi-Eli]

"I opened a tavern in a town pretty far from here. Burned down in two days, along with almost all of my money. Probably shouldn'ta put all the booze right next to the stove."

Lozuk watches Kurist throw the bag of money.

"Hey, rumpot, take it easy! Wouldn't want to hafta get in a brawl with ya, now."

[Asin]

Kurist: "O' thankz m-*HICCUP* now i carn finaly gat in *hic* wit *HICCUP* out getin glard at bay everwan *hic* he- *HICCUP*(ninja'd)

Kurist throws the bag of copper coins at Sulus!
The flying bag of copper coins hits sulus in the upper body, bruising the lungs!
Sulus is having trouble breathing!
Kurist: Uh... wops... *hic* that wasn't... on perpus... sullusss.

Sulus: Ow! That hurt, dammit!
Don't worry, I'm fine. I think.

"I opened a tavern in a town pretty far from here. Burned down in two days, along with almost all of my money. Probably shouldn'ta put all the booze right next to the stove."

Sulus: Bad luck indeed. Get any customers?

[Rethi-Eli]

"One. Strange guy walked in, offered ta sell me 500 steel swords and shields, and then left after insistin' that I stole his platinum fluffy wambler."

Lozuk turns to Kurist, glaring.

"You'd do best not to pull that crap again."

[Asin]

Sulus: 500 swords and shields? That's a lot.

[Puppyguard]

Kurist: "Sorry.. I'm not armok I swaer to drunk. sottaly tober..."
Kurist trips over another stool.
The flying stool hits kurist in the lower left first digit toe, and it flys off in an arc!
"AAAAhh"

[Asin]

Sulus: By the gods! Where's your toe? *finds it and grabs it*

*Suddenly, a squirrel which entered the shop jumps and snatches the toe*

Uh... Kurist, your toe's with a squirrel now...

[Rethi-Eli]

"Sure is. Err... I suppose I'll leave before any more body parts go sailing off in an arc. This oughta cover the cost o' my drink."

Lozuk puts a silver coin on the table and leaves.

[Puppyguard]

Kurist: "MAH TOOE!!!"
The squirrel bolts out a window and kurist charges after it knocking stools everywhere and accidentally hitting patrons with them left and right.
Before the angry mob can catch him he's already gone out the window.

[Asin]

"Sure is. Err... I suppose I'll leave before any more body parts go sailing off in an arc. This oughta cover the cost o' my drink."

Lozuk puts a silver coin on the table and leaves.

Sulus: Thanks, Lozuk.
Be seeing ya.

Kurist: "MAH TOOE!!!"
The squirrel bolts out a window and kurist charges after it knocking stools everywhere and accidentally hitting patrons with them left and right.
Before the angry mob can catch him he's already gone out the window.

Sulus: ...
*sighes*

[Rethi-Eli]

Ethurir the necromancer enters. His mask is on.

"Heya, Sulus. Another tankard of Longland Beer would certainly hit the spot."

[Asin]

Sulus: Hello, Ethurir.
*pours a mug of longland beer*
What'cha been doing?