C.A.R.P.S.

[Bombour Stoutbringer]

I have it on the highest authority (ME) that no grain shall be used for any other purpose than that of brewing. (good thing I'm not in charge)
So I too shall produce a Wald for the one who can prove to me that corn or any other grain is better eaten than drank. I have been living on Ales and ohter such drinks for a long time. But then you are all Demi-Dwarves, so maybe I shouldn't expect you to meet my impossiblly high standards.
Bombour takes another huge drink of his ale.

Singing.....
Sit on my face and tell me that you love me........

[Mary Baker]

Geez! Ok, it's definately too cold to see that man about a horse.

Hey Bombour, you're back. Give me a drink that will warm these bones.
Then...get me a man to warm this body!



*Mary sits at the bench next to the fireplace and awaits both a drink and a response*

[Bombour Stoutbringer]

Bombour hands you a drink.

"May you drink in good health.
Or to good health
or in spite of good health."

[Fergus Murphey]

-Fergus orders another drink, looks at Bombour, raises his glass-

I've drunk to your health in company
I've drunk to your health alone
I've drunk to your health so many times
I've damn near ruined my own

Slante

-he downs his drink

[Bombour Stoutbringer]

Bombour pours himslef another huge drink and begins to sing...

When I came home on Monday night as drunk as drunk could be
I saw a horse outside the door where my own horse should be
So I called my wife and said to her "HEY WIFE"
Would you kindly tell to me
Who owns the horse outside the door,
When it's just after three.

She said "Your Drunk, Your Drunk you silly old fool
But still you cannot see
Thats the loverly sow that me mother sent to me.
Well it's many a days I traveled
One hundred miles or more
But a sow with a saddle on I've never seen before.

He looks to the croud for the next verse.

[Dimack]

* from across the room hears the request for a warm body and Slides into a possition close to Mary*


"so how u doin?

Still having problems with that pesky horse?"
*takes a drink and offers Mary a strawberry... hehe*

[Nyrhtak Of Mahuru]

*harumph*

Nyrhtak exits the Inn.

[Mary Baker]

Now Dimack...if it were my skirts you were trying to get into that would be one thing, but my purse pockets are quite another. Kindly remove your ...hand from around my waist darling and be a good birdman.
*She pulls his hand away from her and grins at him with a knowing look.*

Now, if you were to woo me with piles of gorgeous gems, or lovely minted bits of gold, my outlook would be entirely different. I would open my purse strings wide.....(pauses) because I'd have to put them in my pocket!

*Laughs and then stares him straight in the eye* You don't happen to have any huge piles of gems do you? I do love a fine gem! They sparkle so in the light!