Snippet #2424140

Sylzara was getting tired of the bar. Quickly. She was on a mission. She didn't have time to waste drinking nasty ale or beer. Nor could she see how the Dwarves could stand to do so. Such were the thought that was flying through the elf's head as she continued to nurse the cup of alcohol in front of her.

Finally she could stand it no more. If the ones that sat in front of her were not going to take her to the one in charge, she would find another way to him, and she no longer cared if it was rude to leave at this point. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out a coin and placed on the table for the service. she then stood and began to make her way out of the pub.

It took longer to make her way out then it did to make her way in, as the dwarves were in the middle of another rowdy song and were all singing and dancing drunkenly together. She made her way past two dwarves sitting at a table her ears, and despite the volume of every one around her, heard one of the dwarves commenting to the other "Here ya' are, Alic. A pint 'o whiskey!" and saw the other bolt it down soon after nearly clipping her as he raised his glass for more.

Finally she made it outside the bar, though she had to step to the side to let more dwarves inside, to an already too full area in her opinion. Looking around she frowned. What next? she asked herself.