Tegrof

See you around Zez!

Thanks for the update, Danny!

*Tegrof eyes Kayne as he speak, nodding approvingly, all the while thinking: "Der weh. Now 'e earned meh full respect. Good fer 'im." After the speech, he makes his way through the crowds and gives him a pat on the back. "Yeh earned meh respect. Well spoken Kayne Gol'and."*

"All ah'm sayin' es dat weh can beh betteh dan 'im, or any 'ooman fer dat matteh. Ah'm not sayin' weh're but we can stroife teh beh." *With that said, Tegrof goes away from the crowd, and leans on a wall, clearly done with the conversation, feeling he said what he needed to.*

"Neh, but yeh clearly disrespected Toveah. We ahll 'eard dat, roight? Ahm nae against yeh en person, but ah dunnae loike "impertant" persons, 'ho try ter do good, but clearly do et en a bad way. Listen ter meh: get et togeder and get betteh, eh? "

"Ets only politcs, eh? Sure. Yeh are still disrespectin' people 'ere and dere. Dat be de worse part. Both yeh and dat beardlin' that were rantin' and filthing my tavern, are disrespectin' people. Get et tegeder and show sum respect."

*Tegrof frowns upon this notion and says loudly over the voting crowd, holding a flier containing a text chanting for Kayne: "Oi! Yeh and yeh Gol'ands are litterin' de citeh wiff fliers 'n soch. Sum scumbag Gol'and was en de tavern, trowin' dem aroond and den desrespectin' me 'n Dun 'imself, as 'e was meh guest. Way ter go if yeh wannah win, wiff litterin' 'n disrespectin' 'ere 'n der."*

Good luck with the school. Make sure to fix it, eh? :D

*Turns around as Fulgrin makes his order. "Ah'd recommen' ah pint'ov Blackpeak Stoot. Et's bitteh 'n creemy dark stoot." At the same time he started to prepare the mug. As Dun starts to talk to him again, he turns to him and says: "One secon' Dun. Ah'll serve dis foine stone'ed first." He turns back to Fulgrin, saying: "Wut be yer name, stone'ed?" As he awaited the answer he took forth a ladder and climbed up, to reach the ale casks up there. Done pouring the dark ale, he places the mug on the counter. "'Ere yeh go." *He then turns to Dun again. "Wut where yeh sayin' Dunny? Ehm yeh, aboot dat. Ah tink ah'll stay away from dem politican games. Ah dunnae loike it much ov de toime, ter be perfectly 'onest. Pardon me fer sayin' it, but yer stoopid clans take ter much space and gets en de way. Imagine dem clans not existin', wulditnae be easie' ter come ter conclusions?", he says, loud enough for any other guests to hear, and jump in the conversation. As Tegrof awaits answers, he sees Hiebe take a seat and snap his fingers. Tegrof's eyes darts off as a small light suddenly appeared and disappeared, just as quickly. He eyes Hiebe, looking for any signs on what he just did. After a couple of seconds he shrugs, takes a cloth and starts to wipe the counter, looking towards Dun and Fulgrim once again.*

*Jumps up and down in anger as he sees the fleeing dwarf spreading the fliers around: "Curse dat beardlin'. Ah'll make 'im pay fer dat! Were be dat Kayne Gol'and. Ah'll 'ave a talk wiff 'ihm."*

*Tegrof's frowns even deeper: "Dun push yer luck, laddie. Ah'm serioos. Get dem fliers oot ah'ere, or ah'll send de Legion after yeh."*

*Frowns as Finki runs through the tavern, barely understanding the fast rambling.* "Oi!. Ah'd loike yeh te take dat advertisin' elsewere. Dunnae disturb meh guest 'ere." *Tegrof back to Dun as he answers. With a smile Tegrof takes down a tall mug and says: "Pleese. Wai'ere fer one second. Ah'ma go down ter de cellar and get yer de ale. Ah dunnae trost evreone yet ter not barge in 'ere and tink et's a common lager beer. Dis ale is meh precious, so one cannae be ter careful." He scurries off but comes back oh so more slowly, carrying the filled, tall mug carefully. "'Ere yeh go. Ah pint ov Ferdek's Chocolate Stoot. Enjoy!"*

*Tegrof stops stirring in the cauldron and walks up to the bar* "Top ov da stone ter ye. Not sure wut brew ye're talkin' aboot. Are yeh talkin' aboot Ferdak's Chocolate Stout? In dat case, ah ahm still 'aving it in store. "

*Tegrof stands behind the bar counter of the Dripping Beard, wiping it with a clean cloth. He eyes the shelves filled with different drinks and the empty bar and table chairs. He listens in on the bubbling of the cauldron and the fire of the hearths, all the while thinking: "I am finally ready. Now lets await our first customers."* ((This is the RP thread for the tavern and inn, The Dripping Beard. This thread will be a great opportunity to share news and gossip, tell stories and such. The establishment is found in Kal'Azgoth. I’d like to keep business conversations and discussions in the thread found in the link below, while we have the RP in this thread. Further information can be found here.))

Name: Tegrof Largefist Place an X besides the name of the candidate you wish to vote for: - Dun Irongut X - Toveah Goldman - Kayne Goldhand - Spriggar Stormhammer - Athri Flage - Jerno Frostbeard