Role

Chapter 6

Bartis adjusted his armor as he walked through the door of a tavern that he used to
frequent in Lower Cragstone. The bouncer eyed him warily from the corner. He certainly
recognized Bartis, except for the fact that he was now gazing upon a much older, stronger
and imposing version of the Svirf. Rumor had circulated about the svirf who joined the
BattleRager Village and most citizens of Cragstone knew Bartis' name. He was
beginning to become revered for his combat prowess and the bouncer found himself
hoping, no, praying that Bartis wouldn't start a fight in here. He really did not want to
have to try to kick him out this time.

Bartis walked up to the bar and signaled the bartender. When the barkeep asked him what
he was drinking Bartis ordered an ale and began to ask the whereabouts of an old svirf,
giving a description of him.

'You lookin' fer me?' Came a voice from behind Bartis. Bartis casually turned around to
see the old svirf, now completely hobbled and whitened, who had given him the map
years earlier.

'That I be. Git yer a drink?' Bartis replied.
The old man nodded and Bartis signaled for a second ale, then the two walked over to a
table in the far corner of the bar to talk and not be disturbed.