The buxom tavern lass set down two of the strongest brews they had. The Duergar picked one up, and his red eyes looked up at Joric when he introduced himself. For a long while, the Duergar simply started at him. Durning Oldstead, the Tavernkeeper, approached the two Dwarves just as they were about to start. He was a burly and rounded man, almost Dwarf looking himself if not for the height and lack of true rock-like quality. "I usually brew my own batch, but that is straight from Citadel Felbarr, my fellows." he told them. "Got more too, when you need it. Expensive though, just a warning."  

[hider=OOC]I rolled (which I don't ever really plan on doing, but this IS just a menial contest), and both you and the Duergar got a 5/6, so you're going to tie funnily enough.[/hider] 

Drink after drink they downed the Dwarven brew, a concoction far too potent for most humans to drink more than a glass or two. After their seventh drink, both of them seemed well and positively fucked up. "Ghearden," the Duergar said, as a sign of grudging respect. "Ghearden Blackdagger." The other Dwarves the table parallel to them were cheering for Joric to win, but still had give Ghearden his due for holding his own, though one muttered of foul Duergar trickery. 

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Meanwhile at the table, Arden made a good showing of himself. He spoke of far off adventures and hilarious mishaps in very serious situations that somehow ended up okay. He seemed to respond well to Darius, speaking like a comrade rather than a rival. Once much of the talking was done, he then began to showcase his skills, using the board at the end of the tavern to practice his throwing Knives. He was quite good at it too. Dhyannah had certainly impressed him from the way he would look her way, though his Knife throwing did not appear to be mere bragging. It seemed he simply felt like doing it for the thrill and the practice, even if it drew a small crowd. Dhyannah walked out without as Arden's back was turned, and indeed she moved so silently hardly anyone noticed her leaving save Rin it seemed, and perhaps Darius. She would find herself on a three way street, going left towards the more industrial buildings, right toward the small businesses with little but trinkets. Forward led to larger businesses, towards the docks. It was now getting to be later afternoon.
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"Oh, pardon m'lady," the Smith said, giving a nod to her, and a half-attempted bow. "Let me see this blade o'yorne." His large, callused hands reached out to take her rapier, and he eyed it carefully. The smithy was moderately sized, for such a small trading city. The walls were made of stone, the bloomery smelter was just behind the man, and before him was the large anvil. "She's definitely seen better days, but still a fine blade. I could reforge her, maybe add in some [i]Cold Iron[/i] for an extra twelve gold. Then again, just tell me what other kind of weapon you'd like and I can see what I have in stock."

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