Time for a drink

Gut instinct of a dwarf tells you to immediately saddle up to the bar. The mead smelt good and the bar maiden was nice enough. As you make it down to the main hall, the bar appears a lot more crowded than you left it. You gently have to push your way through a small crowd to make it to the bar. Taking a seat, the bar maiden slides a mug of mead down the counter to you. She already knew what you wanted? Damn she’s good.

“Thanks!” You say raising your mug in thanks.

“You’re quite welcome!” She says waving from down the bar. “You strike me as the sort who might be in for a couple tonight. Just pay your tab when you’re done and we’ll be all square.” Your conversation is interrupted as a loud man’s voice catches you off guard.

“GOOOOOOOOOD EVENING LADS AND LASSES! WHOSE REAAADY FOR TALENT NIGHT!?” You whip around and see a dwarf who has taken the main stage. He wears an open chest poet’s shirt and a fancy tricorne hat with a green and pink feather. Combine that with the tight leather pants and you know this guy’s a bard. You hear the bar maiden’s voice from behind you.

“Oh boy this guy.”

“Who is he? Some sort o’ bard?” You say turning back to her.

“Yeah his name is Furgus O’Fintley. He hosts these talent night’s occasionally. Not my mug of mead though.”

“Why not? Seems like a decent time” you say confused.

“Right and it is, for a while. As folk drink more and more, it eventually devolves into making girls do raunchy things for gold.” You nearly **** on your mead as the idea surprises you.

“What kind o’ raunchy things? Not interested, just need ta know the stakes of hanging round here too long.”

“Mostly taking off clothes but I’ve seen worse. Some poor passing noble’s daughter ending up sucking the cock of a town drunkard on stage.” She says miming a blowjob motion. “Poor girl. I don’t think she’d ever even seen one before that night, much less sucked one.”

“I-I see.” You say looking back at the bard. The booming voice returns as you watch the man named Fergus intently.

“FIIIIIRST ACT! YER UP LITTLE LAD.” He pulls a young human man up on stage. The human wears a poor quality jester outfit as he begins a decent juggling performance.

“You can try downstairs if you’re looking to avoid that.” The bar maiden says quietly to you.

“Downstairs?” You ask.

“Downstairs some of the guys run a small fight ring. Betting's a bit high but it’s free to watch. Plus with the security down there, I doubt anyone would bother you unless you’re a fighter.” She idly polishes a silver mug.

“That’s temptin’ lass, waddya suggest I do than?”

“Unless you like showing some skin, check out the fights until the storm blows over. Although I don’t mind your company should you choose to stay.” She says twirling her hair. The bar maiden is giving mixed messages which doesn’t make your decision easier. She tops up your mug as she awaits your decision.