[h1][center][color=39b54a]Darunia[/color][/center][/h1]

Darunia watched as the man was ejected from the tavern. Looks like this is where the rabble gathered... Well, that couldn't be helped. He was a bit surprised that people would be drinking at this hour. It may be typical in Drow society to be drinking at sunrise, but he was under the impression that those that were not of his kind typically waited until the later hours of the night to engage in such activities. Should he still stay here? With a grimace, he thought to himself about how unlikely it would be that he could find respite anywhere else. This place was hungering for enough gold to be taking his own, Drow touched coin, and for that he would have to be grateful. A distant thought briefly considered heading outside to pilfer the man's belongings, but his common sense rejected the idea. Getting into trouble was a swift way to get an unfavorable reputation in... whatever part of town this was supposed to be. He hadn't really paid too much attention to his surroundings on the way here. Anyways, news travels fast. One incident would certainly bring ruin to his new future here, especially as a Drow.

[color=39b54a]"Rowdy lot, eh?"[/color] Darunia mumbled with a chuckle. [color=39b54a]"Is business usually this good at this time of day?"[/color] Darunia chuckled wryly, an equally dry smile creasing his face as he drew his finger in circles on the bar. Fifteen gold... This was way too much. He'd have to skip the wine, he supposed. A real shame, too - he had no doubts that the fine object before him would be a great way to celebrate the new life before him. In fact, he was almost heartbroken over the fact that he would be missing such a great opportunity.

The wine within the bottle also looked pretty good, too, he admitted to himself.

[color=39b54a]"So, ah... Fifteen gold for all of that?"[/color] Darunia frowned. It was not a frown out of malice, nor was it one to elicit pity from the barmaiden. [color=39b54a]"I'm afraid that will leave me a bit closer to the position of a beggar than I'd like. Perhaps in the future, I'll have the chance to enjoy such a divine drink - Elven wine is quite lovely, after all."[/color] He chuckled again, his nerves tensing up just a little. Of course Elven wine would be expensive, it's an export for a reason. It had been forever since he had last been graced with a sip of wine from his own kind, but even he remembered their exquisite taste. They were most certainly [i]not[/i] for the common tongue, after all. [color=39b54a]"Forgive me for wasting your time, but I'll have to settle for the rooms,"[/color] Darunia apologized. He could probably find more suitable places to get a tool to defend himself with than here, anyways. Bottles made good weapons in a pinch, but he needed something that would help him out in several situations. Reaching into his purse and placing the five gold on the table, he shoved it towards the woman before him, using a single digit to push all of the coins in unison. Celebration would have to wait, it seemed.

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Darunia shuts down the prospect of buying an entire bottle of Dancer and Prancer and pays the barmaiden [b]five[/b] gold, leaving him with [b]ten[/b] gold.

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