*walkes into bar*
Hmm this armor is mighty heavey.
*thinks to self* - I need to take this helmet off.
*Carefully takes off full plate helmet with spikes on top*
"I would like an ale", I said to the barkeep.
*Notices ears are hanging out, then quikly tucks them in*
"Thanks for the ale how much?" I said to the barkeep.
"On the house for new commers" he said to me.
"Thanks."
*wispers to self* - no one must know i am a forest elf with all the drow around.
*sits down at table*
"looks like my war hammer is going to need a good cleaning."
"And your armor to," says a kindly old man sitting next to me.
"Yea my white plate mail gets dirty fast with all the fighting", I said.
"So how did you manage in this place," the old man said.
"I travled here from the large forests. I was born there but my parents where
murdered in a dungeon raid," I said to him.
"Oh I am sorry to hear that," he says.
*takes a sip of ale*
"So..." *he wispers* "are you an elf?"
I said, *wispering* "yes i am but keep it quiet i dont want my
ears or head lost" *smiling*.
"Good cover with the bandana," he says.
"Well this banadna was my fathers when i went into the dungeon where he was
killed," i said to him.
*takes one last sip of ale*
"Well old timer i mut be off to the blacksmith refurnish my armor," i said.
"Good day to you young feller" *he waves goodbye*