IC Tavern Thread

[Privateerkev]

Jan walks in early. It is still light outside. As he pads in, it is clear he has just woken up. Plopping on a stool at the bar, Jan orders a coffee with some liquor in it. It is placed in front of him and he lifts it to his lips and takes a pull. It is warm in more than one way. Gunther, walks in and whispers in Jan's ear. Jan almost spits out the contents of his cup when he hears the news.

The Prince did what!?! For life?!?

Alright, we have some work to do. Lets go.

Jan finishes his cup in one quick draw and departs.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Jens Hummel:

*sip*

He is not related to me...

*bang*

*sip*

He is not related to me...

*bang*

*sip*

He is not related to me...

*bang*

etc.

[Privateerkev]

Jan walks in with Gunther and Max dutifully in tow. He sees Jens Hummel banging his head against the bar to a rhythm. In between each bang, Jens takes a drink. Jan figures that with some things, it is truly better to not ask. He sits down further down the bar and orders beer.

[Stuperman]

Gerhard Steffen walks in, his brow sagged, his eyes red, he stops just inside the enterance of the bar, and waits for a minute as though he has forgotten where he was going.

He cautiously makes his way to the bar, he speaks:

'I'll have a........a.......er, several beer'

'Several, sir?' the barkeep responds

Gerhard stairs off into the distance for a time, with a shake he answers:

'What?, er, yeah, gimme....ah....3 beer now, and..........keep them comming.'

The barkeep pours the first beer, Gerhard drinks it quickly as the barman pours the other 2. Setting down the empty mug and picking up the other 2, one in each hand.

He starts towards a middle table, after 2 steps, he spins quickly back to face the bar, spilling both his beer in the process.

'One more thing' he announces 'have a hooka sent to my table'

'This hashish Conrad sent me works wonders on my illness, but doesn't help the concentration much, or the mouth for that matter' Gerhard ponders to himself as he looks over the room.

After a time of gigling to himself, Gerhard spots Arnold against the wall on the far side of the bar, he summons a quench wench and orders a round for Arnold's entire party, and makes his way over to the table, Joining the game of "Did you hear what Jan said?" already in progress.

[Tamur]

*Fritz enters the bar hurriedly. He rushes to the bar and whispers something to the tender*

"You want what?" bellows the barkeep.

*Fritz whispers more urgently*

"You want a...", the barkeep begins, but Fritz slaps a hand over the man's mouth just in time. He whispers again, and keeps his hand over the barkeep's mouth a moment until releasing him.

The barkeep grumbles as he walks into the back room, and returns with a rope and two towels. He roughly throws them at Fritz, who hurriedly stuffs the towels into his tunic.

*He turns and sees Arnold and Gerhard, blushes furiously, and makes for the exit.*

[Privateerkev]

Jan walks in exhausted. He plops down at the bar. The bartender knows him so well now he just puts a mug down in front of him. Jan drinks as he has some random thoughts.

Who knew being King was so tiring? Who ever thought that the King could also be a King-maker? Trying to get Crusader Counts on the same page is like herding cats. I think the Lord is punishing me for all the grief I gave Salier. And I also think the Lord sent Jens Hummel to punish me for all of the outbursts I caused in the Diet when I was younger. And why was Duke Arnold's and Duke Gerhard's table laughing so hard? Why on Earth does my cousin want a rope?!?

While these thoughts were mildly amusing, Jan was tired. He finished his beer, paid for his drink, got up and met up with Max and Gunther, and left with them taking flanking positions.

[OverKnight]

Matthias walks into the tavern looking worn.

I would much rather face the Mongol Hordes by myself than go through that again.

Perhaps one beer won't hurt.

Matthias sits and savors a rare treat.