thegreyman
First Post
Breg snorts. "Well, this is the right spot to find out information about the mines, but it's not gonna help you much. Ya can't leave to go back to civilization. There's some bandits about that killed off a caravan, and attack anyone heading back down the road. Some of the boys are trying to sneak out through the mountains to get help, but it's gonna be a while before they get anywhere."
He scratches his forehead, "I suppose you might head up to the mine to check things out, but work up there slowed down recently so not real much is happening. Most of the boys are a little down since a number of people they knew have been killed or hurt bad recently. 'Sides most of our metals go out through Mar Gall's trading establishment, so there isn't much chance for a side venture. In fact, one of their partners just showed up here three days ago. You mighta seen his carriage out back. He hasn't tried leaving either with the problems we've been having. He's been fretting a lot though, about the caravan and all."
The human at the end of the bar calls out, "Breg! You needs to be getting me somefing stronger, this sow piss is juss too weak!"
Breg mumbles a quick "Excuse me" before heading down to the other end and filling the tankard up.
By the time he gets back, you can just hear him muttering under his breath, "Only guy in town with money to blow is the one wastrel in town. Figures he'd be the happiest when eveyone else is down."
He clears his throat and looks you straight in the eye, "So, what information you looking for, exactly?"
He scratches his forehead, "I suppose you might head up to the mine to check things out, but work up there slowed down recently so not real much is happening. Most of the boys are a little down since a number of people they knew have been killed or hurt bad recently. 'Sides most of our metals go out through Mar Gall's trading establishment, so there isn't much chance for a side venture. In fact, one of their partners just showed up here three days ago. You mighta seen his carriage out back. He hasn't tried leaving either with the problems we've been having. He's been fretting a lot though, about the caravan and all."
The human at the end of the bar calls out, "Breg! You needs to be getting me somefing stronger, this sow piss is juss too weak!"
Breg mumbles a quick "Excuse me" before heading down to the other end and filling the tankard up.
By the time he gets back, you can just hear him muttering under his breath, "Only guy in town with money to blow is the one wastrel in town. Figures he'd be the happiest when eveyone else is down."
He clears his throat and looks you straight in the eye, "So, what information you looking for, exactly?"