As any addle-cove knows, the Lady’s Ward ain’t no place for a bunch of bashers like our heroes, so they had to leave before anyone of the other high-up men in the ward decided to call the Hardheads in. So that they did.
They did what any basher would do after getting the kind of jink they got. They went to the Great Bazaar, but two went in their own direction, so let’s do what you should never do and split the party.
You know what, we’ll get to that little halfling later as all that she did was spend quite a bit o’ jink on herself.
Well, our intrepid tiefling decided that what he really needed was to get himself a new sack to hold all the loot he obtained after they dealt with that bloody monster from the portal under a bed. The good thing was, he asked around. The bad news, he was almost peeled by a rather large Mul. More good news, he saw the dark of the con. More bad news, he attempted to provoke the Mul, the Mul who knew to give the Hardheads a bit o’ garnish.
And good thing he didn’t cause that could have ended quite badly for our tiefling.
He did eventually find out a source for that bag he was tryin’ to score, but he had to head to the Fest Hall District to find a short berk with bright red hair who like to gamble away his jink.
So, he made his way there.
While the other two were spending time just lolly-gagging, the dragonborn, the gnome, and the kender just went there for a stop over, as every cutter knows that it’s easy to get a sedan chair in the Great Bazaar.
You see, the door-knob wanted to buy his new friends something to drink, and not the kind of bub you find in the Hive, mind you.
After that poor sod of a gnome took care of some of his finances, and just as the top-knotted fool got a chair, they saw some poor clueless from another realm come out of a portal followed by a couple of cross-tradin’ scum leaving a merchant broke.
Boy, did those sods pick the wrong time to practice their trade.
A couple went down with some arrows to the calf, one tried to hold a monk hostage, and got a swift kick to the private area as a reward.
As you could possibly guess, the fight was over quickly.
After the introductions, Kalin took his “old” friends and his new friends of Anatha (and she’s quite tall) and Liam (looks familiar for some reason. ) to the Festhall District for a well deserved drink, after the halfing caught back up to them as they were about to get in the sedan chairs the kender hired.
And drink they did. Right across from the Civic Festhall. In fact, you’d never know it, but Liam is a bubber. And such a bubber, that he let the tiny little halfling attempt to dance on his head.
Sure, she fell off. And tried again.
And fell off.
And tried again.
I guess she found the dark on sobbering a bubber up, because he had to stop because the clueless hurt his neck.
And that’s where the tiefling caught up with them.
Turns out, that the tiefling and the monk were old friends and had grown up together.
Well, while they were catching up, and heading to find a kip, they failed to notice a couple of things.
First, their door-knob was missing.
Yep, they left the kender. Alone.
Second, while they could still hear the sounds of the festhall, the block they were on was pretty quiet.
And third, there were a few bashers about looking for a little jink.
What they got instead were their arses kicked.
And with that, the night ended at the Chicken and Ogre.