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[highmax28]

The larger Haldur drops a massive arm over the elf’s shoulders and grins broadly ”It wasn’t our mothers, but Papa Thor. He is quite a merchant, travels to many towns. How do sailors put it... ‘a wife in every port’? Well, he makes it simpler for him by naming all sons Haldur. Prevents any slips of tongue by call wrong name.”

As Gawain releases a burst of the most Gods-Awful strench, Haldur chokes and gags. ”Gods above, man! I’ve not smelt such a stench since Uncle Grimsbald ate a bad Southern bean dish with all those spices!”

The half orc looks perplexed but doesn't ask anymore on the matter.

It appears that Gawain's leer can incorporate both a half-orc and a full-dimwit.

Your eyes hurt a bit but you accomplish being cross-eyed. It not only confuses those being gazed at but also unnerves them with how strange you are

[apiks]

((Great, an arrogant big idiot and a shitting cross-eyed idiot in the first few minutes of meeting. Sounds like a great adventure!))

[TD1]

((That crosseyed thing is fairly out of character, heh.))

[Hanzoku]

((Wasn’t aware Haldur came across as arrogant. big idiot... more reasonable assumption  ))

[Sirus]

((Suddenly Miscria is having a great many misgivings about this particular bunch.

Also what a shock, we jumped from less than a page to three pages all while I was at work and unable to participate ))

"I have no interest in killing wild animals. Let usss deal with the goblins." Fortunately, Miscria had smelled worse and was mostly unaffected by the hideous stench.

[highmax28]

With the party in agreement, the half orc takes the other job postings and the wanted posters. He sits at the table again before speaking up.

"I can tell you aren't from here, so I'll tell you where Osgar is. Head out the doors and follow the side road thats immediately to your right. As long as you don't follow the one heading out of town, it doesn't matter which side path; they all go the same way. You can't miss his bar.

A word of advice as well. He may be old, but don't anger him. Last greenhorn who did was sent to the temple for three days to recover."

You follow his directions and come across more dilapidated buildings, but one, specifically, looks like it intentionally looks rustic. Marked with a Leaping Stag in front of a mug of ale, you assume this to be The Drunken Stag. As you approach, you hear the sounds of a scuffle and an unconscious northern human with a black eye is hurled out of the door by some unknown force as the door slams shut behind him. The human reeks of alcohol, but he is quite young and definitely not Osgar.

Walking over the body and into the Stag, you are greeted with a room full of people of all kinds speaking in murmurs, but eyes don't shift towards you, but rather at the bartender, who is a southern human of roughly 50 years old wearing an apron over patched up and beaten clothing. There's a performer at an elevated platform, no better than a stage, but he seems to be in shock. After a couple minutes he starts playing a tune on his lute.

The rest of the crowd seem to be mostly humans wearing clothing from all different parts of the continent

[TD1]

Go to the barkeep. Ask for Osgar.
((Though at this point I'd say the barkeep is Osgar.))

[highmax28]

Go to the barkeep. Ask for Osgar.
((Though at this point I'd say the barkeep is Osgar.))

The bartender turns to you.

"You found him, if that's what you're after."

He sizes you up with the rest of your group.

"It's been a while since some adventurers showed up. New ones, at that. I figured one of the others in the bigger towns would've swallowed you all up by now. Lucky me.

You're here for the bill I posted?"

[TD1]

Gawain shrugs.
So. Where are your little.... problems?

.

[Hanzoku]

Haldur lets Gawain do the talking to the barkeep. Luckily both the smell and his cross-eyed problem have cleared up by now, so the big warrior judged that he should be able to do alright. Instead, he turns to the elf who has apparently taken his name and rumbles softly to keep his questions in the background.

[Elven]"So, would you tell me why you wrote my name again instead of yours back there?"

[apiks]

[Elven]"He said to write down a name."

[Hanzoku]

[Elven]"He said to write your name, not any name. Why'd you use mine? And what is your name, anyway?"

[apiks]

[Elven]"Haldur Thorsson. It said it on the paper."

[Hanzoku]

[Elven]”It’s a good name, I agree, since its my name. You should have a name of your own, too. What did you call yourself before walking in the room with the half-orc?”

[apiks]

The elf just remains silent for a moment.

[Elven]"Can I not be Haldur Thorsson too?"