"It's just the ale talking."

[Ragaresh]

(( Wiring a reason for Koira's absence and stuff, and a backstory to -maybe- coming back to wow or something meh.  ))


"I'll have another one, Guld-..janu? or something like that." said the orc, though mumbling halfway through the sentence.

The troll's laugh was almost belivable for his ears. "Dat be Guldujenu mastah orc." he said, still grinning while he went to grab a bottle of ale.

Koira took a moment to look around while waiting for his drink. The Salty Sailor tavern had not changed one bit in years. Still smelled of rotten fish and had almost no customers. He grinned bitterly for those thoughts as the troll pushed the drink for him. He wrapped his green fingers around the mug, looking through it in thoughts.

"What be on your mind mastah orc? I be knowin' dat look mon." Guldujenu said with a smile instead of a grin, which was the "serious" look of the troll.

Glancing lazily at the troll, he took a gulp from his drink. "You remember a thing called honor?" and regretted answering right away. grom-damn ale.

"Sure i do mon, dat be high ting amongst dem orcs yes?" the troll answered after picking up a random mug to clean, with his alarmingly dirty rag. "Dat be a ting i don' be thinkin' of mon, me kinsmon don' be tinkin' too highly of me works as dem barkeep ye know mon? Sure i be respecting dem mons who be deservin' dat, dem good hearted mons ye be knowin? I be not listenin to dem "superior race" tings, no, not Guldu's ting. But what about you mastah orc?

"Nevermind. Tis' the ale just talking troll." he said sighting.

"Don't worry mon. Let it out, maybeh ye'll forget what's bothering you's afterwards mon. Dis round be on de house." the troll said grinning.

Narrowing his eyes at the troll, he took another gulp from his drink. Some ale dripping down his beard.

"Alright, just between you and me troll, grom-damn ale (muttering), amongst orcs honor is part of our lives. We strife to honor ourselves and our family... But for my part, i have not been very honorable, now give me another grom-damn drink troll."

Guldujenu merely nodded and continued smiling, quickly refilling the mug. But at the same time, looking sharply across the inn for possible servicing.

"...i have..., i've not kept my promises, not shown proper respect, and i smell worse then you." giving a bitter laugh he drowned his face in to the ale, ale dripping all over his beard.

The troll cleaned his mug and looked at the orc with a faint smile. "Dem life be throwing us down all sorts of dem cliffs mon, but you be having to climb back up dem-"

"Don't give me that dung about "life is tough, be tougher". You go forgetting about -that- right away troll. That's for emotionally crippled tree lovers or those... whatever they are."

"Sure mon! Jus' trying to spread dem troll wisdom tings." laughing. "You be sounding like dem young elfies from dem silvermoon though mon. Don't be givin me dat angry look, yer be too drunk ter stand even. I be enjoyin' dem good customahs such as yerself mastah orc, but yer makin' -me- depressed, and dat be saying a lot mon."

After waving his hand dismissively "Ah, i did not understand half of that, but i don't need your sympahty. Though there is some truth in that. I'm not saying i'm going to take a bath, but i do need silver for your drinks, grom-damnit."

"Dat be true! Speakin' of dem silvah..."

[Greggar]

Aww, having a drink depression? :< poor orc. (i think) Thoght the troll would do soemthing bad at first but seems it's just a nice bartender ^^

[Kozgugore]

Bring 'em back! I think a lot of people miss the tavern. Nice read though!