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It's dusk at the Boar's Head. Ahn-Lee warns Chalker, "Don't get in my way" in regards to Jimmy. He plans to set up in the same place he did last night; he's anxious to get out and do what's familiar to him instead of getting tangled up in situations of which he knows little.
Chalker: "You don't think the job has been double-booked?"
Ahn-Lee: "You know Jax better than I do."
Chalker: "Don't run, we'll just chase you."
After Ahn-Lee departs, Chalker gives Rory instructions for dealing with the Dolyenan Embassy and the Old Town buildings. Then Shawna and Chalker talk of dark elves, Jimmy, and Ahn-Lee.
As he struts along the city streets, the muscular dwarf hears sounds of a fistfight. He looks through the open door of a small tavern and sees men of several races -- elves, goblins, humans -- throwing punches and (occasionally) beer mugs. The tavern's bouncers seem content to look on (and place side bets). To one of the bouncers, whose name happens to be Bruce, the dwarf remarks, "How about these amateurs?" Bruce eyes the dwarf and offers "Two silvers if you help out." "Only two?" sneers the dwarf. "How about six?"
Just then a young human breaks the leg off of a table and menaces a goblin with it. The dwarf strides up to the human and suggests, "Why don't we put that table leg down?" Imprudently, the human swings the makeshift club and strikes the dwarf, but the only effect is to make the latter angry. The dwarf's beefy right fist strikes the human in the shoulder, his left slams into his jaw, and the human drops to the floor like the proverbial sack of potatoes.
Seeing this, the barkeep beckons the dwarf over. "How about you stick around for awhile and help keep things under control? I'll give you seven silvers and all you can drink for the next hour." "Done," says the dwarf.
As the dwarf downs his fourth or fifth mug of ale, an elf approaches his table. The dwarf states, "I'm not a bouncer, I'm a professional. I've won more bouts than you can count!" "You look ready for another fight." "Any time, any place." "Are you looking for another job?" "What's the pay?" The elf narrows his eyes thoughtfully. "I'll have to talk to my backer... but I'll offer you a gold piece to stick around." "Two gold and you've got a deal!"
The elf leaves a gold piece on the table and walks off. The dwarf thinks to himself, "You sure don't talk or move like an elf. More like a human, maybe." With a chuckle he pockets the gold piece, guzzles down another mug, and goes off looking for fun elsewhere.
He hears music and singing coming from a large, well-lit bar. The sign proclaims this to be the Green Lantern Tavern. The dwarf maneuvers up to the bar and orders "the best drink in the house." "Then you want the Bajeeter Special," says the big bartender, pouring something into a large tumbler. The dwarf's calloused hand closes around the tumbler; he throws back its contents in one large gulp. Whew, it burns going down... but it sure is good! Big Solly, the bartender, is impressed.