The Iron Horse Saloon in Jadet was unusually busy that evening. Last week, a large deposit of Dehlar was discovered up north in the Comb Mountains and the small coastal town in Corone was playing host to a cadre of traveling miners looking to strike it rich. Ceidon Lore, adventurer extraordinare, had just returned from Lornius on business with the Order of the Golden Dawn and was pleased to see all the commotion in his usually dull hometown.Out of Character:
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Always at the center of attention, Ceidon sat on a stool at the bar with a 40 oz. mug of Coronian Light Ale in his hand. He was sharing a laugh with two usually short bearded dwarves while their mercenary, an orc, stood silently behind them. "Does he ever talk?" Ceidon asked with a snort. "Only if you're a hairy dwarven midwife," one of the dwarves replied. Ceidon didn't get the joke, but laughed hysterically anyway.
When the laughter subsided, Ceidon took a swig of his ale and spun around in his stool. Most of the regulars were scowling from the corners of the bar, clearly annoyed by the town's visitors. One regular, though, was eating up the extra attention. Town drunk, Gary Etrl-Berry, was surrounded by at least ten people. "Do ya'll want to hear a story?" He asked. No one in his group answered. "C'mon guys," he slurred. Ceidon felt bad for the guy, so he yelled out, "Tell us a story, Gary!"
Soon his dwarf companions joined in. "Yeah lad, tell us a story." Within moments the entire bar, sans the regulars and a few mercenaries, had turned to Gary and were eagerly awaiting his tale.