The tavern was full of the cheers of drunken adventurers today. It seems that today was a day of celebration, though Adsall didn't know why.
He sat down at the bar, and ordered some Ale and some meat. He looked around to make a friend, but no one was really interested. They were too busy partying and drinking with their own pals. What you basically did in a tavern.
Dejected, Adsall began to drink, and drink.
"What's troublin you my friend.", spoke a nearby voice.
Looking up Adsall came face to face with the bartender, who was wiping down used mugs. Though he wasn't the same bartender that gave him his room key.
"You're not Pierre."
"He's on vacation, so I'm filling in for him."
"Oh okay."
"So what's troublin you?"
"I can't make a friend."
"That's it? You're drinking like a war veteran for such a stupid reason?"
"I'm a dwarf. I drink for every reason.", Adsall snapped back.
"Well don't be distraught, I'm sure you can make a friend."
"Yeah right."
"Tell you what, I'll be your first friend."
The bartender then extended his green hand towards Adsall, who gladly shook it back.
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Adsall woke up the next morning with a hangover, and some memory loss. The last thing he remembered being the handshake.
