Snippet #1588427

It was the dead of night in the small town of Faridus, the cobblestone streets where all but silent occasionally the soft patter of water dripping from the roofs above could be heard. But suddenly the silence was shattered as a roar of laughter erupted from the inn down the street, the inn was filled to the brim with patrons normally it wouldn't be this full but tonight was not an ordinary night a cleric representing the church of the goddess of love was in town and he was staying at the inn. you see it was not that they where famous or anything in these parts it was that this town did not get many new visitors so when they heard a new face was the the inn and one that could dance, sing and tell jokes too? well that practically brought in the whole town.

Jozorn Milo was standing on one of the wooden tables in the inn dancing a gig while playing a song on the lute and sing all the while. A local song that was known around these parts he had managed to convince the inn keeper to let him stay for the night if he had agreed to play songs, tell jokes and keep the patrons happy, a normal night for him. While he was busy playing the song the patrons had gathered in two lines. one male. one female. And started to dance the gig that came with this song he had seen many versions of it done and it always amused him to see them.

After he had played three more songs after that last one the more early-riser like people where starting to dissipate but this is when things got fun, he finished the last song jumping off the table and yelling. "Who here want to try and see if they can drink me under the table!?" Many of the men in the crowd yelled their approval and started to make their way towards the bar. Jozorn picked up the Glass that was handed to him and said to his opponent. "Winner has to go tell his wife he loves her." That brought gales of laughter from the crowd Jozorn tilted the Glass think to himself. "Bottoms up!"

Suffice to say it was a fun night or... Jorzorn assumed that because he woke up underneath an upside-down table with one of his boots hanging from a rafter, He picked himself up smiling. "They really did drink me under the table." Chuckling at his own joke he grabbed his boot and his staff from where he left it last night: propped up against the wall, he then looked at the sign pointing the way to the next town. "Ahh... Scythia Town." He then walked down the road humming to himself all the while.