Hello, I’m Eraion Shadowcourse. This is my place. - Is the stout to your liking?
Well, it’s fairly watery, stale as well, there’s insects swimming around in it, and it tastes like ogre piss. But apart from all that, it’s fine - why do you ask?
Laughing, Eraion pulls [NAME] tankards of beer and sets them down in front of you:
There you go, it’s on the house! The orcs are fairly drowning me in the stuff…
Hello! And?! I hope, my beer still finds your approval?! Another round?
Without waiting for an answer, Eraion pulls [NAME] tankards of stout and puts them down in front of you:
On the house, of course!
he says.
Have you heard anything new?
Sure have! Do you know that one? [NAME]
Any news about the orc wars?
No, nothing. - The orc scum is moving south. Fortunately, Riva doesn’t seem to interest them.
What do you think about the Holberkians?
I haven’t got anything against them personally, but they drive the other customers away. - So I don’t allow Holberkians in my tavern! If you want to fraternize with them, you’ll have to try the ‘Harbour Maid’.
Say, what’s the rat-catcher up to?
Catching rats, what did you think? He feeds them to the creatures living down there so he’s left alone.
You mean, there really are monsters down the sewers?
There’s sightings all the time. Mostly by people who meet pink mammoths and green goblins on the street every day!
We’ve been wondering, could you tell us something about the pirates?
Well, they’ve been prowling the gulf in increasing numbers. The smaller merchant vessels often travel in convoys to try to reach harbor intact. The idea seems to be that you hope it’s the other guy who’ll get caught.
And have you heard something about the guild or the tradesmaster?
Oh, the rumors are flying thick and fast there. The gang is fairly popular these days. If you ask me, they’re down in the sewers with the other rats. But they’re rats of the sort the rat-catcher hasn’t been able to catch yet!
Do you know a fellow named Tarik?
You’ll be hard pressed to find anyone in town who doesn’t! But you won’t see him here very often, he usually hangs out in the ‘Harbour Maid’, with the rest of the shady customers.
How about some dirt on the judge?
I wouldn’t want to know how many people have bought their freedom after a sentencing by getting into bed with him. He doesn’t care if you’re man or woman. As long as you’re pretty and well-built!
The landlord nods at another customer and pulls a tankard of ale:
Pardon me, I’m wanted elsewhere!
A real character! You wonder how much of his information you should take at face value.