The doors to the Wench suddenly flew open and a Hyur man stumbles into the tavern with a bucket over his head.
"Privy, WHERE'S THE PRIVY!?" he cries.
An already frightened looking waitress points towards a corner in the back.
"B-Behind the counters, to your left."
The man stumbles over to the counter and slams a piece of paper with a nail dangling on one of its edges onto it's surface, startling the barkeep.
"Hold that for me- I need that for later, I'll pay you some gils', but for now-" The mans stomach began roaring uncontrollably. "OH GODS- MERCY!"
The man disappears behind the corner, all the while screaming "I'M GOING TO CRUSH THAT MIDGET!" The bewildered barkeep wonders briefly to himself what just happened, and looks over at what the man left behind. It was a flier mentioning what the barkeep percieved to be some sort of a Merchants' Guild, aptly titled, "The Silver Anvil."
"Privy, WHERE'S THE PRIVY!?" he cries.
An already frightened looking waitress points towards a corner in the back.
"B-Behind the counters, to your left."
The man stumbles over to the counter and slams a piece of paper with a nail dangling on one of its edges onto it's surface, startling the barkeep.
"Hold that for me- I need that for later, I'll pay you some gils', but for now-" The mans stomach began roaring uncontrollably. "OH GODS- MERCY!"
The man disappears behind the corner, all the while screaming "I'M GOING TO CRUSH THAT MIDGET!" The bewildered barkeep wonders briefly to himself what just happened, and looks over at what the man left behind. It was a flier mentioning what the barkeep percieved to be some sort of a Merchants' Guild, aptly titled, "The Silver Anvil."
Laugh more, Cry less. It's not like us mortals live Forever.
