@ArenaSnow "I'll have one more..."
Stepping over towards Thasseldar Geoff noticed his morphic cloak slipping a little, his true self showing through in flickering intervals as the toxic beverage slowly worked it way into what passed for the realmswalker's body. Picking up the customer's mug with a smile the barman noted the way the man was carefully counting out his coins, obviously running low on funds.
"I'm afraid this'll have to be your last one," Geoff said with a heavy sigh, more concerned with the state of the customer's purse than with his health.
"Unless you can show me you're good for another round, of course."With a quick swipe of his hand Geoff quickly pocketed the money, not bothering to check for exact change as he turned his gaze over to the two divine sisters currently fighting over the metallic warrior sitting at the bar. Gently his hand reached out and took hold of his stave, things were beginning to look a little heated with the threesome and Geoff had his reputation with the brewery to consider. He needed to make sure he kept a clean, family-friendly pub otherwise his dream of a carvery would go up in smoke.
@Pripovednik@Genni"If you three would like to rent a room, I charge 10 gold for a night, or 1 gold for an hour, depending on what you'll be needing it for..." Geoff smirked and gave Elderi a knowing wink, hoping the metal man understood his meaning.
"Perhaps you'd like to purchase some prophylactics while you're at it? I carry a wide and varied stock,1 and I'm sure you'll find something to both yours and the ladies' liking."Suddenly the door explodes inward and immediately after you hear a voice say "hmm still have not fixed that random explosion problem well as they say back to the drawing board." and in comes in a rather broad fellow wearing a strange white coat who sits down and not looking ashamed at all asks "Got any fog-apple extract." (a fairly rare type of spirit that requires a rare type of apple only found in the Misty isles it is said even the scent of a bottle can get you drunk)
Quickly waving his stave towards the pile of woodchips which used to be his front door, Geoff quickly reassembled the entranceway back to its former... well, let's say 'glory', for lack of a better word. Stepping up in front of the stranger Geoff lay his staver down pointedly on the counter in front of him.
"First of all, that'll be three silver for the door. I've already had to use up more magical charges from this thing doing repairs tonight than usual, and recharging doesn't come for free," He said, his tone dark and brooding, and also lying. The stave had been charged in the middle of an eldritch battle twixt daemonic forces beyond the ken of know-less-men on the eve of a rising blood moon eclipse during a cosmic alignment which would not occur again for another ten thousand years, and was good for at least another couple of years of constant use.
"Secondly, what vintage would you prefer for the fog-apple extract? I have the three-year, five-year, nineteen-year and minus-two-year2 in stock." As he spoke Geoff reached over to the back of the bar, pulling out a small tumbler which he quickly filled half-full
3 with frozen ice cubes from the mouth of a baby ice drake he kept next to the sink.
1 - Including, but not limited to, latex, non-latex, lambskin, wolfskin, wolf-in-lambskin, smooth, ribbed, dotted, studded, spiked, tantric, sanctified, transcendental, banana-flavoured, raspberry-flavoured, licorice-flavoured, pina colada-flavoured, rotting meat-flavoured, ultra-thin, ultra-thick, glow-in-the-dark (multiple colours available) and invisible.
2 - A particularlty rare vintage, only available to sorcerers versed in the art of temporal magics. Geoff had won a case of bottles playing Gwent in a local tournament, hitting the field with an unexpected snowstorm which wiped out the competition.
3 - Of half-empty, depending on how you look at it.
