Doc sneaks in to a spot near the fireplace. As if you can sneak in full plate mail armor while lugging a greatsword and shield. He takes off his armor to get comfortable, and shakes off the cold wet night. The whiskey warms his throat as he swallows. It feels good for a change. Battle yells have made him hoarse. For once in his life in the land of the fallen sword, he is happy. The guild he found has embraced him. His sense of purpose has been renewed. He will not let them down. He is probably older than most of his colleages, but it doesn't matter. Experience has honed him, what hasn't killed him has made him stronger. Speaking of killing things, he polishes off his whiskey and throws the glass into the fire. The whiskey bottle is now empty, he looks about for more liquor. He spies a bottle of elvish wine, unopen. Doc looks about the bar for a familiar face...this bottle is too good a year to drink alone...

Weestro steps up to the fireplace and greets doc with a healthy hand shake, and states to him"I will most certainly help you with the elven wine my good sir" then proceeds to sit down and enjoy himself in good company and good spirits, a lordly knight could ask for nothing more......

Hadom strolls over and hands Weestro a glass of his own, then heads back behind the bar. Looking high & low, Hadom mutters, "I'm sure there's another bottle of that elvish wine around here and it looks like you two are going to need it."

With a triumphant smile, Hadom struts back over to the table, a dusty bottle with elvish runes inscribed upon it in his arm. He sets the rare bottle upon the table between the two warriors.

"Enjoy brothers!", then Hadom quietly returns to his 'Lordly Bartender' duties.

mocheland see some wine and his eyes get a new shine...

try to sneak to fireplace discretely, but.. something in the face of the presents say he failed...

mocheland need a bath, urgently! he gives up and when he retreat all get more happy and get new reasons to celebrate.. "now more bad smell"

Getting good and happy, Doc stands up and makes a request. "Are there any entertainers in this establishment? A bard, a bard, my kingdom for a bard!"

Doc looks around and nobody has taken up the challenge, so he picks up a 3-string mandolin lying in the corner and tries to strum it. Plink. Plink. Hummmmm.

"I remember this song from me youth..."

A dragon has come to our village today.
We've asked him to leave, but he won't go away.
Now he's talked to our king and they worked out a deal.
No homes will he burn and no crops will he steal.

Now there is but one catch, we dislike it a bunch.
Twice a year he invites him a virgin to lunch.
Well, we've no other choice, so the deal we'll respect.
But we can't help but wonder and pause to reflect.

Chorus...
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?
Are they salty, or sweeter, more juicy or what?
Do you savor them slowly? Gulp them down on the spot?
Do virgins taste better than those who are not?

Now we'd like to be shed you, and many have tried.
But no one can get through your thick scaly hide.
We hope that some day, some brave knight will come by.
'Cause we can't wait around 'til you're too fat to fly.

Repeat Chorus...

Now you have such good taste in your women for sure,
They always are pretty, they always are pure.
But your notion of dining, it makes us all flinch,
For your favorite entree is barbecued wench.

Repeat Chorus...

Now we've found a solution, it works out so neat,
If you insist on nothing but virgins to eat.
No more will our number ever grow small,
We'll simply make sure there's no virgins at all!

Repeat Chorus...