The next morning, Imrik and Apollo came to the Dunant Tavern. This rich young man full of fantasies about being a coquettish man changed into a black armor this time, and there was also an enchantment with shining magic light around his waist.
Long sword.
When they arrived at the tavern, they found that Varro had not arrived yet, so Imric and Apollo found a seat and sat down first.
"Let's have an onion cheese soup, a ham platter and a buttermilk scone." Imrik called the tavern waiter and looked at the breakfast menu and ordered a few items.
"Do you want to eat?" he asked Apollo by the way.
"Of course, give me a taris (a Dunant Tavern special made with crispbreads, sausages, cheese, and herbs)." Apollo pretended to be very skillful and ordered a Dunant Tavern special.
"Actually, I haven't eaten anything here, so I don't know if it tastes good or not." After the waiter left, Apollo whispered to Imric.
The black-robed mage smiled and said perfunctorily: "The taste is okay."
Apollo looked around excitedly, as if this adventurer's daily life was very attractive to him.
The black-robed mage shook his head and waited for the dishes to be served before immersing himself in the food alone.
Not long after, there was a sudden noise in the tavern. They looked up and saw a short, fat figure who had just entered through the tavern door. It was Varo.
"Yo! Varo! You're finally here. We can't wait any longer. Where did you go this time?"
The adventurers couldn't help but ask loudly, expecting Varo to tell where he went this time.
"Of course, of course, my friends, don't worry, listen to me slowly." Varro picked up a glass of beer and recounted his experience under the undistinguished music of the young bard on the stage.
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Apollo listened with fascination and wished he could be there. It was not until noon, when the number of people in the tavern became more and more, that Varro cleared his throat and announced the end of his speech.
After it was over, seeing Varro drinking and resting alone at the table, Imric called Apollo and walked over to sit next to him.
"Hello, Mr. Varro, I am a loyal fan of yours, can you sign it for me?" Apollo took out a book and said excitedly to Varro.
"Of course, young man." Varro took the book with a smile.
"Hello, Mr. Varro, my name is Imrik. I just listened to your speech and I'm curious whether you have been to many places." Imrik also introduced himself.
Varro touched his beard and said with a smile: "Of course, kid, I have been to many places and met many great adventurers. Do you know Elminster? He once sat in this tavern.
Listen to what I have to say!"
Imrik said with admiration: "Is it true? You are so amazing. In fact, I am also a mage. My dream is to travel around the world, collect various spells and divine arts, and spread them to others."
Varro glanced at him in surprise: "The young man is really motivated. Haha, I know many talented mages. Maybe I can introduce you to them then."
Imric's eyes lit up: "That's great, Lord Varro!"
Varro put down the beer in his hand, sighed and said: "Don't be so happy yet, I wonder if you can do me a favor?"
Imric and Apollo looked at each other, and he said: "Of course, Lord Varro, I can help with any questions."
Varro said with satisfaction: "That's it. One of my friends, Foren Brigma, has disappeared. When I went to his house, it looked like he had been kidnapped. I wonder if you can help me find him."
?As a reward, I will give you one of my properties. Although it faces a wide dead end surrounded by old houses and shops, it is still worth a lot of money."
Varro took out a land deed, a building deed in the North District.
The two nodded quickly, and Apollo said confidently: "Of course, don't worry, leave it to us, and we promise to bring your friend back."
Imrik couldn't help but look back. Although he didn't want to bring a bottle of oil, he had no choice but to let him join as the matter was at this point.
After the three people discussed it, Imric called the bartender and ordered a lot of food and wine again. While eating and chatting with Varro, he learned a lot about foreign countries.
They sat around a sturdy wooden table lit by bright candles, covered with plates they had just finished eating and half-drank glasses of wine.
Three tables away, a young bard played a tuneless harp, but the sound was completely unable to cover up the howls of the gamblers and the roaring songs of the drunken adventurers.
At this moment, a roar suddenly broke through the noise: "You son of a bitch! How dare you kill my brother!"
With a bang, Imric saw a two-meter-tall female half-orc being punched out by a bald male human. His shaved head was covered with a giant eye-shaped tattoo. Behind him
Four humans stood there, gearing up and ready to join the fight at any time.
The orc cracked her joints, roared, and lunged at the tattooed man - but before Imric could see if any blood spattered, the crowd of spectators surrounded them and blocked her.
out of sight.
Varro screamed in fear next to him: "Oh, those men with giant eye tattoos are from the Shannasa Guild, and they are not easy to mess with."
Imric asked curiously: "Guild Zanaza?"
"Yes, this guild is not someone to be trifled with. Anyone can join the Shannasa Guild. Although its name is a guild, it has not been officially certified by Waterdeep City.
However, before being granted membership in the guild, the applicant must pass a test that often involves serious crimes. This may include murdering a member of Shanatha's guild who failed at something, kidnapping a Waterdeep citizen for ransom,
Robbery of mercenary carriages or warehouses."
Listening to Varro's detailed list of various crimes that anyone who wants to join the guild must commit, Apollo angrily hammered the table and said, "What a bunch of scum."
At this time, the crowd also dispersed. Unexpectedly, the bald man was beaten by the female half-orc and lay on the ground unconscious. The other four boys tried to hold the half-orc, but they were thrown away by her.
The four boys did not admit defeat. They got up and attacked the orcs with punches and kicks. It was difficult for them to defeat the four hands with two fists. The orcs who were knocked unconscious by a sap also fell to the ground.
Just when the four younger brothers were about to take further action.
Dunan, the owner of the tavern, intervened at this time. He held a magic giant sword shining with magic aura, pointed at the door and shouted to the other four boys: "Get out!"
The minions of Shannasa Guild quickly raised their boss and ran out of the door.