Role

Chapter 8

An old and scarred up svirf sat down at the end of the bar and called the bartender over
when he witnessed the small scene caused by Bartis. 'What's the deal wit him?' The old
warrior asked the bartender.

'Him? Aw, he been comin' in here all week gettin' drunker 'en a dwarf an' cryin' over
his twin brother. They say his twin got kilt by a demon that got loose from a conjurer
down in tha tunnels. Now, he's been in here all week drinkin' three boulders worth o' ale
an' tryin' ta brawl wit any mage an' anyone who's wit 'em.' The bartender explained.
With a nod the old svirf quickly tossed the bartender a few coins and followed Bartis and
his escorts out the door.

'Oy there! Wait up!' Hollered the old svirf to Bartis who was stumbling up the tunnel a
few paces ahead. Hearing the command Bartis spun around unsteadily bringing his fists
up and trying to focus with only one eye open.

'Yer ain't no mage filth. What do yer want? Yer wit them er what?' Bartis asked as he
threatened with his fists.

'Easy there youngin'. I ain' wit no filthy mages. I jest wanted ta give you this,' the old
svirf explained as he handed a piece of paper over to Bartis. 'That there be a map to a
man named Tahren. He be part of a village that many o' our kin have served in. I'm
thinkin' yer should go talk ter him. He might have a few things ter say yer might wanna
hear.' The old man said with a wink and a grin and walked off.