To all players -
The dwarf in the doorway looks this way and that, then seems to zero in on Dorgath. He half runs, half limps towards his dwarven cousin and then falls to his knees at Dorgath's feet.
"Brother, oh fellow brother, great evil has befallen my homeland in the east. Our miners have done a great wrong in finding the lair of an ancient wurm! It has destroyed my entire city and then broke free of the mountain. It now rampages every night through human and dwarf town alike, killing all that dare stand against it. Each daybreak it returns to it's lair, but it's circles of chaos grow larger every day, and it seems to be heading west with it's torments."
The dwarf stands up and adresses the entire tavern. "I come here with both a warning to the good people of Habbendale, and with a request. If there are any about who could join arms with what few dwarves are left, please come with me and help us. My name is Thedlyn and I pledge my undieing loyalty to any that may give service."
The dwarf huffs and pants in both excitment and fear, looking around the room for a response.
The farmers all turn back to thier drinks, not wanting to get involved.
Sudennly, Archway leaps to his feet and jumps upon a table.
"Hear me good people! I am Archway De'Gris, renowned in the lands of the west as a Wurm hunter and Dragon slayer."
He throws back his coat, revealing a finely amde sword and a brace of flintlock pistols. On his chest is a coat of chainmail, and it seems to be of Elven make.
Archway continues, "I have heared tales of this new beast, and I have traveled for a week to come here and to slay it. Listen to theis good dwarf's plea, and then listen to mine. Join with the both of us, and let us put down this threat, for I assure you that it will not stop until killed, and it will sooner or latter make this town one of it's meals!"
Archway waits for a response...