*Durgen casually enters the tavern keeping his eye on the corners of the place as he usually does for signs that this may not be safest place to drink.
Picking a dead leaf out of his beard, he takes a seat at a table near the door. As the not-so-pretty barmaid starts to near his table, he overhears two young, muscled looking fellows talking about a scantly dressed woman who called herself a Xeenite priestess. After drinking round for round with these two louts, she stated she had her fill with them and was going to look for some real men to party with. With a long kiss for each of them she sauntered out of the tavern and set a course for The Rolling Hills.
The next morning her body had been found, laying at a very awkward angle. It appeared she had run into a band of madmen that roam around those parts.
"What was her name again?"
The second replied, "It was Hedessa. Man could she drink. And those legs...." The fellow just shook his head with a grin before changing to a somber look.
"Huh?" says Durgen. The barmaid, not so patiently repeats "I said are ya just gonna sit there or do you want something to drink?"
"I be 'avin an ale" he says absently. Then quickly states "Naw, oi'll be 'avin one of dem Xeenite wines if ye 'ave somethin loike dat." The barmaid looks at the dwarf curiously. "I'll go find out."
After a fashion, the barmaid returns. "Apparently some woman drank nearly everything we had. I have this" she says as she sets a glass down "but I think it has turned."
Minutes pass after the barmaid leaves the table, the dwarf sniffs the glass and wrinkles his nose.
"Well Essa, ye always be a pain in me rear. Naw ya got me drinkin' dis nasty stuff."
"What kin oi say, ye loiked ta 'ave fun, party ta wee hours in da mornin' with sailors, an use dat whip of yers ta beat both enemy an' social acquaintance, from whot oi 'ere, in ta submission. And, durn it, ye tended ta git da best of me in our verbal barbs. Oi guess oi'm jus sorry oi could nah be der when ye died. Ye must 'ave found fellas dat loiked ta party a bit too rough."
"All oi kin say naw is dat oi got da last word in", he pauses, "but dat do nah really feel loike a victory."
Durgen raises his glass and to no one in particular says "to Hedessa Tanario, may ye be buried with a smile on yer face an' wine in yer flask."
Finishing the turned wine, the dwarf nearly chokes. "By da gods, oi kin nah believe dis did nah get ya first." He throws far too much true on the table and leaves out the front door.
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