"That's rude." The elf says when Welker invades his table, but he doesn't seem to mind more than that. The warrior seated at the table just casts a quick glance and returns to drink his ale. He seems bothered by the interruption.

The elf is small and thin, even by elf standards. He uses plain gray clothes with long sleeves, and a red scarf. The warrior is using chain mail, showing the well defined muscles of the arms. The warrior's face has an ugly scar in the shape of L, with the vertical line passing over the left eye and the horizontal line crossing the upper lip.

Make a charisma check.

Charisma Check:


Note: Maybe doing the math wrong, but normal modifier is -1, +1 for the level. Unless the +1 one is added to the the base stat.

Ulrin lets the alcohol penetrate the membrane from his black appendix, unaware of his surroundings.

John is still at his original table finishing his food and hoping that the mushrooms be edible by humans. His memory from an old book says it is, he is not that sure. He is normally more cautious, but hunger and disillusion clouded his judgment.

The sound of chatter and mugs being emptied continue loudly while the time stops for those seated at the table. Waiting for a conclusion.

Location: Anvil, inside Keg 'n' Casket.
Date: Hekatombaion, 19
Time: 18:36

Dude, you are interrupting a romantic encounter. So bug off. The elf says winking to the table companion.

Romantic, my ass. Says the warrior. I just want a good food and to screw later.