Taverne ofe thee moste randome patrones

(A place to post as your characters, in this imaginary tavern, in interest of non canonical fun)


Auger walks into the dusty old tavern, looking at the bartender standing there. "Yo, get me a drink, barkeep. And some of that 3 headed dog meat.
Bartender Shale holds his hand out for payment. "That'll be three gold coins, Auger."
Auger shakes his head. "Take it out of my pay. I hate going to cash that thing anyways. I may as well get some perks from being the bouncer."

Hayle pushes his way through the door. "I'll have a pint if it ain't too much to ask" he says, throwing a few gold coins onto the counter. "How's it goin' Auger?" he asks, his head half cocking around on it's diagonal axis.

"Bored." Auger replies, rolling his eyes, as Shale serves Hayle a nice Praaxian ale, lazily sliding it over to him. "we haven't had trouble for, like, an hour, and the last guy didn't even have a weapon."
"Ya bettah' clean that guy up. He's gonna attract owls." Shale said, sighing. "You didn't have to kill him, ya' know?"
"....What?" Auger said, a confused look on his face.
"...Nevahmind."

"He's" Hayle says "That's. That was a guy at some point? Wow, I see you haven't changed much." he grins

"Well, at least now I can restrain him to only killing patraons that cause trouble." Shale noted.
"You promised me..." Auger said, muhing on some suspicious looking meat "Extra liquor...*chomp* *chew* in exchange..."