[center][h1]Dru'marish[/h1][/center]
The door of the tavern slowly creaked open, a hooded figure stood in the doorway. Silhouetted against the light outside, nothing could be made out of the figure besides its strange dress. Slowly, precisely, the figure stalked into the room, and approached the bar. Speaking in a hushed, hissing tone, the cloaked figure demanded a drink. The bartender complied with haste, clearly trying to avoid conflict with the stranger. Mutterings went around the tavern, patrons all turning to stare at the figure. The word 'dragonborn' was thrown about the room.

All at once the mutterings were silenced as the figure turned about to face the room. [color=dodgerblue]"Citizens! I am Dru'marish, dragonborn from far beyond! I hear tell of terror and horror. An evil empire which would be your subjugation."[/color] The figure paused a moment, what little could be seen of his maw curled into a grin. [color=dodgerblue]"I am here to tell you that you need not fear. For I am a master of combat, and a hero unabashed! I have faced these evil legions before, and surely I shall face them again. As before, so again, they shall be driven from the field by my power and strength!"[/color]

Yikk rolled his eyes, muttering to himself. [color=fff200]"Showoff..."[/color] Yakk just had to go find another tavern, didn't he? Make a big show of himself like those bards he always went on about. One of these they were going to be caught, and no matter how many goblin patrols or livestock killers they drove off, the three of them together couldn't last forever. 

Yukk peeked an eye out the bottom of the cloak, scanning the room. He wanted that ale Yakk had ordered.