Biography:

A Moment in Time

"No more ale?  A tavern with no ale is not a tavern at all!"

"No, my friend, we have much ale, but I was informed that we have none for you."

"Hmm, even though I have lost my wits to the effects of your ale, I get what you say."

Bartender, already sweating like a troll's pig, sweats a bit more as the tall and slender man unwraps his tattered black robes.

"No trouble.  How did you get that in here?"

"Well", pulling from an emasculate scimitar from the darkness of his robes, "I told that midget at the door a thing or two about what I had been doing for the last three years."

"Uh, wh, what where you doing?"

"I was traveling around Faydwer, looking for dwarven children to sell to those stinking Trolls."

"Wh, why?"

"FOOD!  Now give me another ale or I will find your children and do the same to then!"

"Yes sir, so sorry."

"Thank you kind barkeep", the man turns, smiling at the people at the table towards the back of the bar.  Under his breath his chuckles, responding to the screaming laughs of his companions at the table.  Behind him he hears the barkeep place the mugs of ale on the bar.

"On the house, sir, good day to you."

"Hmmmf."

He grabs his ale and his sword, and proceeds to swagger towards the table.

"Works every time, Alambyr", a dwarf if there ever was a dwarf says as he chokes down a pint of ale.

"Indeed, my friend, I sometimes wonder when my luck will run out", Alambyr says, placing the ale on the table and the scimitar back in its housing.

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