The woman brought a wooden plate with a steaming bit of stew on it and a tankard of dark liquid. With a nervous smile, she said, "It's a stout, and we added some whiskey to it. I hope you like it." Ursk eyed her suspiciously as he lifted the tankard to his bulbous nose and sniffed the brew. If she's trying to poison me, she'll die before she reaches the kitchen. But the brew smelled fine and after a cautious sip he decided she was right, it was much better and the whiskey gave it a nice kick.
"Is fine," he muttered in a gravelly voice, still not trusting her smile. She walked off, somewhat deflated by the dwarf's flat response but also relieved to be getting away from him.
Rather than using the provided wooden spoon for his stew, he picked chunks of food from the plate with his fingers. As he ate, he watched the people stroll into the tavern and listened to their conversations. A small dog slipped under the table, finding the remains of whatever it was Ursk had scraped off his axe, and lapped it up off the floor. Ursk watched the dog for a moment with a furrowed brow, then tore off a piece of his bread and gave it to the mongrel, speaking quietly in Dwarven:
Perception: 1d20+4 19 (Watching and listening to people)
"Is fine," he muttered in a gravelly voice, still not trusting her smile. She walked off, somewhat deflated by the dwarf's flat response but also relieved to be getting away from him.
Rather than using the provided wooden spoon for his stew, he picked chunks of food from the plate with his fingers. As he ate, he watched the people stroll into the tavern and listened to their conversations. A small dog slipped under the table, finding the remains of whatever it was Ursk had scraped off his axe, and lapped it up off the floor. Ursk watched the dog for a moment with a furrowed brow, then tore off a piece of his bread and gave it to the mongrel, speaking quietly in Dwarven:
Perception: 1d20+4 19 (Watching and listening to people)
