The Green Dragon Inn - Part 3

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Hapman strolled back into the pub. He had fallen in love with the cheery atmosphere, and after sleeping outside that night, he needed a good ale. And some water.

"Aman," he shouted, trying to make himself heard. "Any chance of a basin of water?"

"Sure," she yelled back.

Soon, Hapman was washed and had a fresh ale, ready to irritate more gloomy customers. He had promised himself he'd only stay one more day here. Whether he'd keep that promise was yet to be seen.

He wandered up to an elf and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Niniel, wasn't it? I believe you wished to talk to me?" He held out a hand and shook her slender palm. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. "Oh, that reminds me. I must sell some more of those damn paintings. I need some more cash. I wonder if Aman would buy one? Well, anyhow, I'm Hapman." He turned to the bar and enquired Niniel's choice of drink.