It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*What’s in it? Fireball whiskey (it’s like this brand of cinnamon flavored whiskey. Not bad but defo don’t drink it straight.)?*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*What’s in it? Fireball whiskey (it’s like this brand of cinnamon flavored whiskey. Not bad but defo don’t drink it straight.)?*
*I don't remember, I'll have to check the book when I get home from school. I do know it's got cinnamon and is very spicy, and the alcohol isn't supposed to hit until a few minutes after drinking it. I like using it and The Mindflayer, a cold drink that gives brainfreezes, as my characters' choices for drinks.*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*What’s in it? Fireball whiskey (it’s like this brand of cinnamon flavored whiskey. Not bad but defo don’t drink it straight.)?*
*I don't remember, I'll have to check the book when I get home from school. I do know it's got cinnamon and is very spicy, and the alcohol isn't supposed to hit until a few minutes after drinking it. I like using it and The Mindflayer, a cold drink that gives brainfreezes, as my characters' choices for drinks.*
*Yeah sounds like Fireball. And ooooo! The Mindflayer sounds awesome.*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*What’s in it? Fireball whiskey (it’s like this brand of cinnamon flavored whiskey. Not bad but defo don’t drink it straight.)?*
*I don't remember, I'll have to check the book when I get home from school. I do know it's got cinnamon and is very spicy, and the alcohol isn't supposed to hit until a few minutes after drinking it. I like using it and The Mindflayer, a cold drink that gives brainfreezes, as my characters' choices for drinks.*
*Yeah sounds like Fireball. And ooooo! The Mindflayer sounds awesome.*
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
Katarina serves him his apple juice and then, after a minute to clock onto what he meant, she says, "I'm sorry. But you're not allowed to order alcohol under the age of 18. Your friend will have to order it themselves and be of legal age."
"Well then, Wren, it's nice to meet you!" He holds out a hand to shake.
"Okay, Mr. Yohan," Wren shakes his hand. And then pauses, awkwardly. "Um, you too. I mean. . .thanks for the food? And not kicking Bread out? And. . .other stuff. . .thanks a lot. . .I mean----a lot to thank you for? I guess. I mean not not a lot to thank you for. . ." He trails off, clutching Bread tightly. "Um. Thanks. . ."
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*No way, is this a child tiefling thing to ask for apple juice? Because I do the same with mine.*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*No way, is this a child tiefling thing to ask for apple juice? Because I do the same with mine.*
*No, it's just that he has to order something to initiate interaction, and apple juice is obviously the best choice.*
It seems to suddenly start raining outside. A few minutes later, the front door of the inn opens to reveal a short, cloaked figure with red horns poking up out of the hood, his entrance accentuated by a strike of thunder in the distance directly behind him. The figure starts to walk in, then pauses and turns to look at something to his right that you can't quite see from here. He nods, then fully enters. Now that the imminent threat of rain is no longer a problem, he pulls down his hood at the same time as a thunderclap outside, revealing... A six year old tiefling with crimson red skin and a short, thick tail. Cobalt-blue hair standing straight on his head contrasts sharply with his short, pointy horns. He seems to be wearing a damp black cloak over leather armor, both of which seem designed for a halfling and are stained with dried blood moistened by the rain. He looks around the inn for an available seat and takes a booth over by the corner. Heroforge - https://www.heroforge.com/load_config=501667069/
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
*No way, is this a child tiefling thing to ask for apple juice? Because I do the same with mine.*
*No, it's just that he has to order something to initiate interaction, and apple juice is obviously the best choice.*
"Okay, Mr. Yohan," Wren shakes his hand. And then pauses, awkwardly. "Um, you too. I mean. . .thanks for the food? And not kicking Bread out? And. . .other stuff. . .thanks a lot. . .I mean----a lot to thank you for? I guess. I mean not not a lot to thank you for. . ." He trails off, clutching Bread tightly. "Um. Thanks. . ."
Yohan winks, "No problem, my guy, no problem at all."
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Chilling kinda vibe.
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Yohan decides not to try and repeat it. "Hmmmm... Not sure I can pronounce that. Could I call you Wren?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
Katarina walks over with an empty pint mug. "Can I get you anything, sir?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
He thinks for a moment. "An apple juice, please. And a Delayed Blast Fireball for my friend." He looks at what seems to be just thin air, his eyes focusing on something that isn't there.
*It's a drink from the official D&D cookbook, if there's any confusion*
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*What’s in it? Fireball whiskey (it’s like this brand of cinnamon flavored whiskey. Not bad but defo don’t drink it straight.)?*
*I don't remember, I'll have to check the book when I get home from school. I do know it's got cinnamon and is very spicy, and the alcohol isn't supposed to hit until a few minutes after drinking it. I like using it and The Mindflayer, a cold drink that gives brainfreezes, as my characters' choices for drinks.*
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*Yeah sounds like Fireball. And ooooo! The Mindflayer sounds awesome.*
Theren is looking through a journal while chilling at a table.
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Katarina serves him his apple juice and then, after a minute to clock onto what he meant, she says, "I'm sorry. But you're not allowed to order alcohol under the age of 18. Your friend will have to order it themselves and be of legal age."
Chilling kinda vibe.
Theren is drumming his fingers on the table as he reads through a tattered and old journal
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Yohan, a middle aged half elf, peers over his glasses at Theren. "Hello there! I think my wife told me about you, you're the ranger, correct?"
Chilling kinda vibe.
Theren looks up and nods. "Yes. Its good to see another half-elf around here."
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He nods.
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
"We get all sorts round here. My mum was a sea elf, my dad was a fisherman."
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Well then, Wren, it's nice to meet you!" He holds out a hand to shake.
Chilling kinda vibe.
"Okay, Mr. Yohan," Wren shakes his hand. And then pauses, awkwardly. "Um, you too. I mean. . .thanks for the food? And not kicking Bread out? And. . .other stuff. . .thanks a lot. . .I mean----a lot to thank you for? I guess. I mean not not a lot to thank you for. . ." He trails off, clutching Bread tightly. "Um. Thanks. . ."
"Hero of the Heavens" (Title by Drummer)
*No way, is this a child tiefling thing to ask for apple juice? Because I do the same with mine.*
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*No, it's just that he has to order something to initiate interaction, and apple juice is obviously the best choice.*
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Yohan winks, "No problem, my guy, no problem at all."
Chilling kinda vibe.