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.

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... [img size=320]http://www.lordlycalibur.com/images/fbfiles/images/vulcanharp.jpg[/img]

Dragonx falls asleep in corner while this happens

After doing what Elves don't normally do with Elven wine, Savanc heads over to Hadom to show the spoils of his latest quest. Yes, he was successful in trading another shipment of Elven wine for strong, sturdy Dwarven ale and Halfling mead.
Hadom only grumbles something about how he wished he would be able to get more of that ale. But Savanc only commends that he'd only drink it himself and: "Those strangle little creatures don't know how to trade, the first Halfling offered me 2 carts full of mead for only a single bottle of wine." Pointing to the door: "I've left the 12 carts of mead outside with Scaley guarding it. The Dwarfs aren't much better. Luckily I disguised myself as an inventory before meeting them or they'd have thrown me right out of their mines again. Remember Hadom, the ale and mead is for costumers."

Savanc then picks up a silver goblet and takes place at the table in the corner closest to the fireplace and its warmth. Unknown to the others he secretly slips the last bottle of the Elven wine from under his cloak, pours it into the goblet, sips the heavenly substance and stares into the fireplace.

Hadom stands behind the sleepy elf, Savanc, who huddles near the fire poorly concealing his ill-gotten gains.  Hadom's arms are crossed, and he has the face of a grizzly bear who was just awakened early from his winter's sleep.  Placing his large hands heavily on the shoulders of the trader elf, Hadom leans over the startled Savanc, who now, fully awake, realizes the error of his ways.  Savanc slowly holds up the near empty dusty bottle of ancient fermented liquid. 

After accepting the bottle offered by the nervous elf, Hadom replaces it with a mop.  "Seems the pub floor is in need of your skills.  And I'd better be able to see your devious face in it afterwards." 

Hadom smiles to himself as he heads back to bar, knowing that the near empty bottle is but one of many that are cleverly stashed in the guild cellar.  But Savanc doesn't know that, so the floor gets a good polishing, and Hadom gets some free time to clear another bounty.

Hadom sets out 3 bottles of the Elvish wine that Savanc was supposed to get, and he points to the cart of mead & ale. 

"The deal was for you deliver a cartload of mead & ale.  Leaving it outside is not delivered.  Once it is loaded into the storage room, then it is delivered.  Now hurry up before the dinner rush gets here." 

Hadom takes one of the cookies from Savanc and adds, "...and now you owe me a mop too."

..... Arrives for another shift as cleaner.. Mumbles something about those elves and the amount of wine they can put away.. and not knowing were the flippin toilets are...

Spies Hadom behind the bar, and enquires about the new mop he was promised a good while before, as using an orks head just not seem to get the smell of stale ork blood out of the flagstones....

.. wanders off in search of a rat to bash, as we are out of handwash in the gents as always... and somehow rat blood seems very popular with the dwarves...