"Care to join my table, good fellow?"

The speaker addressing Galeron is a young male half elf, the human
half apparently being pure Suel, as is shown by his fair complexion,
blond hair, and pale blue eyes. He wears a chain shirt, with a large
wood shield nearby, and carries his masterwork mandolin.

"My name is Tainth Photusduty, from the Pale. Your's is ?" the
friendly fellow continues.


>
> 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."
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