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On the edge of a bustling city stands a five story tavern named the Golden Axe Inn. This is a major hub where the locals often meet for a night of entertainment and a home brewed beer, or many other alcoholic beverages.

As you enter the front door you walk through a well lit hallway towards a desk that is facing you where the innkeeper greets his guests. To the left is the stairs that lead up to the guestrooms and to the right is a large common room often filled with live music or entertainment and a large bar full of beautiful young maidens waiting to take your order.

Selkwyn lay curled up on the bar sipping some patrons drink. When the customer started to complain the innkeeper shouted "What would you curse my tavern with bad luck and misfortune. Selkwyn here has honored you with good fortune and you turn your back on him."
The customer stood there in a daze. Selkwyn had stung him while the Innkeep kept him busy. He would see some strange things and then promptly by another drink when he returned to reason. Elves always did have a weak constitution.

Two of Centials blades struck the back of an ogre who thought he could skip his tab. Walking up to the fallen creature he noted that his accuracy had been better than intended and instead of merely wounding the creature, he had killed it. Searching through his pockets he found twice as much gold as would have covered his tab.

"Hmm... what a shame he had to die for this." Cential shrugged and drug the man around the back corner, where the guards would eventually haul him away from. It was not too often that customers wound up in this fate, though it would not surprise many either, which was evident by the fact that few customers even paid any attention.

Walking back into the bar Cential smiled noticing Selkwyn sitting at a table. Walking to the bar he ordered two shots from his father and sat at the pint dragons table. "A drink Selkwyn?" He asked as he set one of the shots in front of the small dragon. Quickly he threw back his shot and then pulled out his pipe and loaded the green cannabis flowers into it, tapping his talons together to get enough spark to light it.

Selkwyn took in the drinks quickly looking around the bar. No one else was in earshot. "Hello, Cential and to you Selvyn...your endevours in enlarge my waist line are most appreciated for as we all know a fat pint dragon means a wealthy Innkeeper...do we not."

"As I have heard but please, tell me of lands. I don't travel much and though I have heard the food is incredibly sweet." Selkwyn perked up a little in anticipation. He, unlike many of his kind, actually enjoyed listening to travelers tales. He secretly would imagine himself on adventures though why anyone would travel that far from a ready source of food was still beyond his grasp.

Cential perked up at Selvyns mention of alcohols. "You know my elven friend, my father pays quite handsomely for any spirits from distant lands, and even more handsomely for a constant large supply, say a wagon load's worth, to be delivered here. Even if strong it could draw quite a few connoisseurs of wines and the likes into a bar on a cold winters night or a warm summer evening."

Cential looked towards the pint dragon, while he continued to puff on his pipe. "You know I will bring you free drink, but you must pay for my fathers food or convince another man to make you fat. I suppose my stories of my travels have grown old by now, eh?"