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The Town Tavern Chat - Page 251

Perhaps I should quit attempting jokes" Beanillus mumbles to nobody in particular as he returns to this chair, but his self-deprecating smile shows he has no concern for the jeers of the crowd.

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Merlin, depressed from his last folly in the goblin lands, enters, sits and calls for some fine wine to ponder his weaknesses. He had the gold but lacked the ability. This meant it as time to start training again. At the same time he hears some person try a joke about a deer and feels embarrassed for him.

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'Why am I sitting here', Beanillus thinks to himself? He scans the tavern patrons wondering 'will any of these people be crucial to my fate? Will they be friend or foe'? He needed friends. The Town made him feel as if he was playing a complicated game he didn't fully understand. He felt lucky to have an advisor, but the man was very mysterious, and so far had been able to speak a only a very few times. He had urged Beanillus to seek a certain Guild, but up till now he had been unable to even locate it. His eyes settle on an old man that appears to be a regular. 'Merlin' he thinks, remembering the crowd asking him to tell jokes, or dance, or something. The man's reputation proceeded him. Though unimpressive to look at, this was the same man that Beanillus had heard rumored to have returned alive somewhat recently from a dangerous adventure. 'Perhaps he knows where this guild is located' he wonders, 'but I'm sure he doesn't have time to solve a young man's problems. Besides, he looks busy'. He hears several patrons begin calling his name again. They wanted dancers for the challenge, and though he knows that since he is untrained he will fail, he feels an unwarranted camaraderie with others who had good naturedly already given their best attempt earlier this evening. He quickly scans the room for Natasha, and doesn't see her. 'Oh well', he thinks distractedly as he hears his name being called again. "Ok, ok! Apparently you won't stop until I answer yay or nay. In the spirit of liveliness I agree to be your target once again. I accept this challenge".

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Merlin notices the bewildered man and calls him over. He motions to a wench, "A tankard for this man, he looks like he needs some ale to soften his nerves." He motions for the man to sit.

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"One moment please", Beanillus replies to the grey bearded man. "I must make my appearance in the court of public opinion. "I'm coming already! Have a care! Make way!"

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The Town's thunderous Tavern Wench puts up a dare for the Traditional Medieval Dance of which bungling Beanillus accepted. Beanillus attempts a dance or what looks like an exercise in awkwardness that leaves everyone flabbergasted. Beanillus has not the Dancing Skill but unwisely thinks to be better than the Tavern's Challenge much to detriment of Beanillus. What an embarrassing situation! That brings on some giddy laughs.

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Merlin tries to understand the man but is unsure. He asks the usual… his name, where he is from, what he does, etc. He also says the same about himself just revealing his first name only "Merlin".

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Flushed from what he thinks is a fine effort at dancing, Beanillus tries not to lean to close to the Merlin in the warm, humid tavern. He has to watch his lips move to understand him, and has to resist the urge to raise his own voice when responding. The two conduct introductions in this sort of attitude, speaking in normal tones and metered pace, while the room roils with Tavern atmosphere. It might appear to other patrons as if they weren't even conversing. "I'm from quite a bit West of here. Most folks call me Ben, for my name is a bit hard to pronounce for some, or remember for others". He attempts once to pronounce it for him "Bee-ahn", before repeating "Most folks call me Ben".