Log file from Mike - Aaelin.

The Inn of the Silver Badger(#3069Rnt)

	Cheerful voice exits the bright, and often open windows of the Inn of the Silver Badger. During the day, the bright sunlight beams into the large entry chamber; the tavern. At night, the tavern is alight with brilliant lights of the torches, hidden in sconces upon the walls. 

	Maids and barmaids weave in and out of the usually crowded chamber. Always does a smile seem plastered upon their lips. Some come from the kitchen, on the other side of the front door, to the doors right. Others come from a stairway, opposite from the front door.

Contents:

Opi(#2304PeAc)

Silriel(#2914PenACNcF)

Obvious exits:

 West <W> leads to Kitchen.

 Up <U> leads to Second Floor.

 Out <O> leads to Street of Peace.

The midday sun shines in the windows of the tavern filling it with bright sunshine. At the bar a cat like humanoid sit hunched over a mug filled with water. Upon closer inspection one can see that she has tied a piece of cloth around her mug to keep her claws from slipping.

The sun stands high in the sky, and shadows outside are hard to come by except directly under the eves of the buildings. Many come into the Inn of the Silver Badger, many for a midday meal and many more to escape the abnormally hot September day. Pushing open the door, one such person, an average height half-aelf, enters. Heading straight for the bar to order a drink, he is heard to mutter to himself: "Why can't the sleet come back... I was enjoying the cold weather."

Vorothir pushes the door to the bar aside and muscles his way to the bar, his stocky muscled body brooking no interference "A dragontonuge magnum..no make it two" he says...then when the bubbling flagon is brought drains half of it with a swallow and turns his flat broad head all around, beady eyes scanning the bar

The door opens again slowly, and a boy, possibly 15, maybe more strides through the door. His confidence is almost to the point of arrogance, althought he appears a beggar. Looking around one person, or creature catches his eye. Standing at the bar is a familiar looking feline creature. Opi walks up to her and taps her on the back on one side then stands on the other waiting for her to notice him there.

Silriel feels the tap on her back and turns to other side to see the familiar face of the boy she helped earlier she grins, "It's hard to fool a Kaylin with a trick like that"

Opi grins broadly at her, "Was worth a try though, no?" He points to the scar on his, "Thanks to that clean rag, my face is still in one.. well almost one piece, that bloody lizard almost got me good. A hairswidth lower and my life would ave stained the inns floor!"

Jerric takes the drink that is offered to him by the barkeep and throws a few coins down. Leaning back against the bar, he scans the crowd, noting with some interest the presence of a Kaylin, and with a slight suspision, the presence of a sephnil. Forgetting himself, he takes a gulp from his drink. And promptly sends it back out, gasping slightly. "Wow. I'll have to remember what this stuff is." He takes a much smaller slip from the drink.

Vorothir reacts sharply to the words "Bloody lizard, jerking around to face Opi "What did you just say?" he booms in a deep, rumbling voice. Banging his flagon on the bar, he moves in Opis direction

The boy, quite a good deal shorter than the Sephnil just looks up at him calmly, "Go back to your drink man, it meant nothing aboot you, just one in particular.. Hopefully no offense taking, and if it suits ya I'll buy you a round."

Silriel grins, "I'm glad to have been a help and thanks to you I can drink without dropping my mug." Her grin fades as she hears the lizard's words and sees him moving towards them

Quick eyes scan the crowd, focusing on the Sephnil once more. Jumping to his feet, drink in hand, Jerric walks over towards the Sephnil, and taps him on the shoulder. Grinning, the half-aelf says, "Let the boy alone, friend, you know how the young can be. Always wanting to act big and tough, er?" Holding the drink out (Without mentioning it potentency), he says, "Here, takes this. Great stuff."

Vorothirs beady eyes narrow with suspicion, and he begins to flex the huge muscles of his rope veined arms "Who are you calling man" he asks "I'm a sephnil, boy..and NOT a bloody lizard" many of the taverns patrons fall silent,and many heads turn in their direction. Hearing Jerric behind him he turns around, and his eyes light up in slow comprehension. Taking th edrink, he gulps it down in one vast swallow

Opi shrugs and turns back to the bar. He catches the bartenders eye who knows him bye sight and nods, Opi grabs the drink that is set before him and downs it all, mimicking the lizard only with a slightly less potent brew... Water.

Silriel shakes her head at the boy, "You're just looking to lose more blood aren't you?" She pushes her mug forward for the barkeep to refill and takes a long drought from it doing her best to ignore the growing tension caused by the sephnil's presence.

Vorothir has a strong drinking stomach..even for a sephil..but even so the potent brew does bother him slightly, and he thinks that it may be a good idea to sit down..but that young manspawn has swalloed his drink without a trace. Surely he, a grat big sephil, could drink that little puke onto the floor he thinks..and calls for another tankard

Jerric watches Vorothir for a moment, his eyebrows rising slightly as the sephnil downs the entire drink in one gulp. Nodding slightly, he watches for some reaction for the giant lizard. His eyebrows rise further as the sephnil does nothing more than sit down...and order another tankard of the stuff. "Geez. Those things must think alcohol is water."

The boy holds three fingers up at the bartender and he brings him three more glasses. The boy sizes the Sephnil up then grins in his direction. He pauses for a moment as if considering what to do next then gently tilts his mug back into his mouth, slowly, but steadily until its all gone again. "Your turn!" He remarks with a large boyish grin across his face.

Knowing that the boy is only drinking water, Silriel watches with interest to see what the Sephnil will do and how much alcohol he can hold.

Vorothir snarls at the boy, then lifts one of teh tankards and pours its contents down his throat...he begins to feel a trifle naucious..there are so many people, this bar is quite hot...he glares over at the boy "Your turn!" he rumbles

Opi bursts into laughter and the Sephnils drinking habits, "You should go easy there big fella, yer gonna poinson yerself!" And with that Opi picks up one glass, and tilts it back gently like the first. Then turns it upside down next to the other one, "Your turn.. No wait!" He grabs the last glass and downs it in what appears to be an inhuman show of drinking, then turns it upside next to the other two, grinning all the time. "Now," seems to pause as if the water is churning his belly, "Your turn."

Jerric glances uneasily at the sephnil, who unknowningly is being tricked by the boy. The sephnil is holding up though, and perhaps he can finish that last one. To himself, Jerric mutters, "I'll give those lizards credit for that..amazing endurance."

Silriel watches as the sephnil is fooled by the boy and hopes that the sephnil does not catch for fear of the sephnil killing him.

Vorothir looks over at the boy in astonishment, then gamely grabs tow flagons of spirtis and one after another forces them down his throuat. Blood racing, his world begins to whirl..as he vomits a putrid stream all over th wel-kept counter

Silriel grins at the boy's confidence and whispers, "You had better hope he doesn't or you may get a matching scar on your other cheek or perhaps worse..." She then turns her looks up in time to see the sephnil vomit all over the bar. She stands up quickly and backs away from the bar to avoid vomiting also.

Jerric nods slightly as the sephnil vomits, and takes a step back to avoid the smell. He sighs slightly, having given his drink up, and then sees the vomit again and decides he isn't that thirsty anyways. Glancing at the boy, he wonders for a moment what will happen once the sephnil figures it out.

Opi wrinkles his nose at the horrid smell, but he has smelled worse. He stands, steps over to the lizard with another drink in hand. The boy pats the sephnil heartily on the back, "Well friend," downs the glass in his hand, "Some would say I've won.. I'd like to say I've won." He passes to contain his laughter, "Tell me, what was it you were drinking?"

Vorothirs intellignence, never great, is almost non-existent when he is this drunk and he acan do no more than moan

Opi jumps up onto the counter, grabs the lizards arm and hoists him up, declaring with a chuckle, "The Winner!"

Glancing about the common room, the half-aelf begins to move towards the door and on to the next errand of his day, after a short break from the heat inside the inn, and a very interesting bit of entertainment. Opening the door, he is gone.