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The moment of silence after the song concluded and the eyes of the soldiers Molgar had found out what he wanted to know. This was the genuine article, the Cregsbend Boar. And while perhaps embarrassed, he was a good enough sport to toss a few coins his way. Molgar caught pocketed the coin...

While the guards were perhaps suspicious of the Orc-Kobold pair they were not brave, stupid, or energetic enough to question orders. The pair took their horses and tied them off, Molgar pulling off a guitar, with Teeks pulling out a fiddle. "Is that Carr Ledros?" Molgar asked to Teeks under...

“Are you certain we’re headed the right way?” Molgar asked his yellow scaled Kobold companion. “Trust me, the scent of dragon flesh is not something you’ll soon forget.” Teeks replied as he lead the way to the latest rumor on the horizon. A dozen carts of Dragon remains, headed to Crobhear...

It spoke well of the elf that she returned so soon. It was difficult to say if Noemi was a woman of her word or simply cared for the knife, but the swiftness implied a preference for taking care of business. Molgar found the prioritization appropriate, and flashed Teeks a grin as he opened the...

Molgar took the dagger and nodded at the elf before she departed towards the washroom. Molgar and Teeks made their way into the room and began setting up for the night. “You know that piece could cover her debt Molgar. You’d be within rights to huck it.” “Within rights perhaps, but I have...

"There's something." Molgar replied, and motioned his head towards the stairs before beginning to walk. He would lead the way forward, but Teeks would wait until Noemi followed. "Our room is the fourth on the right. There is a soaking room all the way down on the left. It's not what you'd get...

Molgar made his way to the playing area and picked up his guitar. Teeks would shift his eyes to meet the orcs. Molgar knew the creature well enough to know it held a question. Namely ‘is it time’? Molgar gave the small draconian a nod and began to play. The tavern wench would return shortly...

Molgar's eyes never left the elf girl's face. He tried to judge the girl's mood and did not find the glinting eye of a thief finding a new purse, nor the soulless stare of a mercenary aiming to put her knife at her back. He saw resolution, and perhaps a glimmer of hope. "Then we leave at...

Molgar picked up the blade and examined it. It looked gilded with gold, and featured a heavily bespoke design. He placed a finger on the flat of the blade and held it aloft, checking it's balance. It held not the savagery Molgar preferred from a weapon, but it was well crafted. There were many...

Molgar kept his eyes on the elf woman's face as she gestured, then emptied her coin purse. He counted the clacks as they hit the table. One, two, three, four, five. Was that truly it? Molgar knew that elves didn't have the appeal of Orc women, with far too dull teeth and undeveloped musculature...

Teeks would growl in a friendly manner at the acknowledgement, then took a slight bow and headed back to the stage. As the other patrons began to return to the center of the tavern the Kobold would test his fiddle, playing slightly with the tuning before beginning to play. Molgar would take a...

Molgar tightened his squeeze as the man went for his sword, but the man took a quick look at his captain and cohorts and decided not to. The Orc released his grip and the man dropped a foot, letting out a gasp for air. The Kobold, seeing the surrender of the thugs took one last swipe at the...

To the dismay of Molgar, neither oarty was forthcoming in the origin of their conflict. The elf made an appeal, not knowing there was a very specific reason that no one else was joining the fight. The elf then dropped her outer garment, prompting more than one whistle from the tavern’s patrons...

The fiddle stopped first as the Kobold realized what was happening and put down his fiddle. The Orc continued to play perhaps half a verse before realizing his bandmate had stopped. The music ended, and Molgar caught first the eyes of the elf woman, then the coins she tossed his way. Other...

“Ale!” The shout pierced through the tavern like the boom of thunder. The bartender let out a deflated sigh before filling a large flagon and leaving Noemi. If she followed the walk of the bartender, or the booming voice, she would find a long-haired orc occupying the stage of the tavern. The...