The gnome shakes his head and smiles. "Under the circumstances you are most gracious and polite, saer."
If he'd come out of a fight like that he'd have come out swinging, at best. Or maybe screaming. Anyway!
"I'm Barcus. Barcus Wroot. Well met..." That name's a mouthful, buddy. "Saer Fingon."
"Wait here a moment, if you will." And he's gone, back down the stairs, which is where he'll stay next time because he feels he's overstepped the Tavernkeeper's provenance now. Still, the poor elven paladin or whatever he is ought to have some reassurance of normalcy.
He returns a few minutes later with a pitcher of water, a glass, and an additional cup of peppermint tea. If Fingon cares to try the mead or whiskey later, that's reasonable but Barcus doesn't care to set him up for mind-altering magic, no matter how temporary.
"He says there are towels in the cabinet behind the bed," he says, and sets the tray down gently. "If you want to clean up before you come downstairs."
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If he'd come out of a fight like that he'd have come out swinging, at best. Or maybe screaming. Anyway!
"I'm Barcus. Barcus Wroot. Well met..." That name's a mouthful, buddy. "Saer Fingon."
"Wait here a moment, if you will." And he's gone, back down the stairs, which is where he'll stay next time because he feels he's overstepped the Tavernkeeper's provenance now. Still, the poor elven paladin or whatever he is ought to have some reassurance of normalcy.
He returns a few minutes later with a pitcher of water, a glass, and an additional cup of peppermint tea. If Fingon cares to try the mead or whiskey later, that's reasonable but Barcus doesn't care to set him up for mind-altering magic, no matter how temporary.
"He says there are towels in the cabinet behind the bed," he says, and sets the tray down gently. "If you want to clean up before you come downstairs."