Story
Tavern
Barkeep (57)
- (chuckles) A jest… drink up, brev.
- Burns good, huh?
- Downed in one gulp?
- Good lass.
- Good man.
- Good stuff, right?
- Just wait til it comes back up.
- Like a nice long piss. (chuckles)
- That'll put some hair on your chest.
- That’s it. I’m cuttin’ you off.
- Too bad it makes ya shit blood.
- Uh… sorry, lass, but you know what I mean.
- Well, who am I to stop ya.
- You like that?
- Come on in!
- Come on! Fill your cup and empty your head.
- Come! Forget yer troubles.
- Welcome in.
- Welcome, welcome.
- Welcome. Why don’t you order somethin’?
- Welcome to the One Legged Wolf.
- You pay, I pour.
- Come on over.
- Come on over. Have a pint… or two.
- Come to the bar.
- Have a drink.
- I’m no tavern wench.
- You wanna drink?
- How ‘bout another?
- More?
- ‘Nother?
- Don’t worry.
- He could use some company.
- He don’t bite—not anymore at least.
- That’s Gragu.
- You see that big, toothy brev?
- (laughs) I hope not.
- Hm… you seem different.
- So… how about s’more?
- Yer me best patron.
- You done mopin’, Gragu?
- You finally sober up?
- Get out of there.
- That’s not for patrons.
- Where you think you’re going?
- How ‘bout a pint?
- Then how ‘bout some coin?
- You thirstin’ mightily?
- Huh… booooring.
- Probably for the best.
- Suit yourself.
- You can always have more later.
- You skunked already?
- Empty pockets? (grunts)
- I shoulda known.
- No coin, no booze.
- What? You ain’t got no coin?
Gragu (17)
- Is this it… the Great Flesh?
- It’s… perfect.
- (dies with satisfaction)
- (takes bite)
- (scoffs) You can’t help me.
- Fine… you wanna help?
- Go away.
- I have this hunger… that no meal can sate.
- I seek the Great Flesh.
- Leave me.
- The hearts of gods.
- What do you want?
- You understand?
- Fine… you wanna “help”?
- Then piss off.
- Do you have it?
- The heart of a god?
Drunk (15)
- (chuckles) I knew you were a lightweight.
- (drunken groan)
- Didn’t think so.
- Gragu… (scoffs) how the mighty fall, eh?
- Guess you just passed out, eh?
- He’s probably up north now.
- I thought you were dead.
- Look at that big ol’ sad sack.
- Or so I reckon’.
- Probably drenched in the blood of his enemies.
- Testin’ that axe in some ol’ musty place.
- Took every last penny… even his axe.
- Trot along now. You’re blockin’ me view.
- What? Got nothin’ to say.
- You know my best brev beat ‘em in dice.
Temp (11)
- (sigh) Fine. Fetch me a mango and I'll see what I can do.
- Back off!
- Didn't think so.
- Not for you, at least.
- Run along now!
- Sorry, you've had enough big guy.
- This door ain't opening.
- We ain't letting some skull-faced arsehole in here.
- We're closed.
- You know the secret code?
- You really want in, huh?