*** Looking about at the newly refurbished downstairs, the Bard smiles and checks his inventory listing. Turnip Ale, Mead, assorted ales and beers. The summoned ogre comes in from the cart outside, carrying 10 cases of Elven wine. Looking at KDog, the ogre grunts, "Where yoo want booze, boss? Yoo not tell soon, me drink it, me am thirsty after wurk!"
Chuckling to himself, he points to the cellar stairs. "Bring them downstairs please, and don't worry, I'll take care of you," making a mental note to make sure the ogre gets a case of dwarven whiskey before the summoning spell wears off. "Hey boss! What are we gonna do about the name?" calls a voice from behind him. His new manager, a mouthy little runt of a halfling, Shanty, has a smoking pipe in one hand, the other pointing to the old sign, hanging by only one chain outside the front door. It's weathered letters read what might have once been "Moon's Hope Inn," a place known throughout the realm, not always for good things, but always for something happening.
"I'm not sure yet, but we have time before we open to come up with something, right? Now, don't you have something better to do," KDog's eyes narrow, a little dangerously, "Like finish repairing the tap lines from the cellar to the bar, which I've been waiting for a week from you?"
Shanty winces almost imperceptively and drops his haughty tone. "Ummm, yeah, I, err, forgot about that, I'll get right on it!!"
Reaching into new leather tunic, he pulls out a cigarette and slips it into his mouth and lights it with a spark from his fingers. Almost as an afterthought, he casts a quick Flame Arrow spell, and with a crak , the fireplace roars to life, burning the accumulated dust from the old, dry logs in the hearth. "Yeah, he thinks, "Even if no one comes to visit, by god, I can make one hell of a nightclub out of this..." ***
...to be continued...
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Guitars, women, beer...what more can a man ask for?
I AM the bard eternal
[This message has been edited by KDogRex (edited 08-30-2001).]