Inside the Inn the sound of a single squeaky wheel can be heard. Then a loud
thump, as if something heavy had just been put down. Heavy footsteps pound upon
the boards outside the door, and then the door opens. Before the people inside
stands a half-orc. He is not all that tall in stature but very wide in
shoulder. Upon said shoulder is the largest hammer any of the farmers therein
have ever seen. It must easily stand 8 feet tall and have such a strange
coloring. The haft is a dark pink and the head is green with white and black
stripes upon it.

"Bartender, dwarvish ale!" cried the half-orc.

The bartender looks over the half-orc and says

"Pay first then I will get you that drink."

Galeron hates the bigotry displayed all over the flaness. Everywhere he goes
its always the same, mistrust. He cannot help that his father climbed up on
that half-orc prostitute when he was wayyyy beyond drunk. He cannot help the
fact that was dropped outside the city and left to make his own way in the
farmlands. He was all to familiar with the way the innkeeper was treating him.

"Very well then" and Galeron placed down a gold coin. "And make sure that my
mug does not go dry while i am here ok?" and he put down another gold coin and
winked at the bartender.

Eying him suspiciously the bartender checks the coins by biting them then moves
the ale towards the half-orc and puts on his best fake smile. "I will do that
friend, I will do that."



OOC
I hope this is a good start to try and get more action on this group and hope I
will get a response to this entry and maybe make a story out of it from other
characters.


Jason Peterson



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