conversations: human
conversations:  You’ve had many adventures over the course of the past few months, and overall things are looking pretty good for you. The job in Malrath Village a couple of weeks ago turned out to be a cakewalk, though they did genuinely need the help—who would have thought that a cyborg janitor would put people on its list of things to clean?
  
  It also produced a treasure of unusual provenance: a magical sphere, perfectly smooth except for traces of strange, spiraling symbols engraved on its surface. No one in Malrath could identify it, so you still don’t know what it is.
  
  The locals made up for this small disappointment by throwing an incredible party in your honor, and you had the chance to meet someone who loves his job almost as much as you do. Gurlock, AKA Uncle Beer, AKA The Beer Baron, AKA a bunch of other colorful nicknames you no longer recall, immediately unloaded a cask of Gurlock’s Brown Special Reserve when he found out you were local heroes, and gifted it to the tavern. You must have
  been partying with Gurlock for six or seven hours that night, sampling his entire brewtastic catalog. Fun times!
  
  He mentioned at one point that he was from the city-state of Nestora, and he recommended a fine establishment if you should happen to be traveling that way: the Pegasus Roadhouse, pride and joy of the Nestoran Commerce Nexus. He bade you tell Winifred, the bar manager, that Gurlock sent you, and she would “hook you up,” whatever that means.
  
  (Probably more beer.)
  
  He also recommended a sage in Nestora who specializes in odd magical gadgets, named Farkaya, in case the sphere was still a mystery when you got there. In fact, it is. You’ve asked dozens of learned folk across
  various towns about it and turned up empty. Farkaya now seems like your best hope of figuring out what the magical sphere is.
  
  This evening, as you cross into the holdings of Nestora along the Fantangle Trade Road, you see the single bronzed spike that identifies the Pegasus pointing skyward, torchlight reflecting on the polished surface, a beacon to the weary. You remember Gurlock’s recommendation, and the promise of free beer, and thus, you head that way.
conversations: Bababidi:
conversations: human
conversations:  A bath, a bath, all Sivryn wanted was a bath. Weeks of walking along the various trails and dusty paths that crossed this section of countryside had left the whole party caked in accumulated grime. Of course, most of the villages they had passed through had hardly noticed, the villagers themselves being far more unclean than themselves. That last village elder had smelled like a sweaty cabbage.
  
   "Ah, finally, a bit of true civilization. Maybe someone there will finally be able to answer our questions about this damnable sphere. I'm almost ready to just be done with the thing. As much as I like carrying around mysterious artifacts of unknown origin and capabilities, I believe we'd be better served by gold and silver."  Sivryn's grin shows that he has no intention of actually abandoning the sphere; he just enjoyed griping sometimes.
conversations: Space Lawyer:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Mm. Agreed."   Volun answered in his deep, rumbling voice. Taking in a deep breath that made his prodigious chest bulge, he let out a happy sigh.  "While I've yet to find what I seek, it is good to be home."
   After mor than a years searching, Volun had yet to find any clues to the whereabouts of his clans tome. He hoped that this Farkaya might be able to help. He had never heard of her while growing up, but that was hardly surprising. He had not moved much outside the craftsmans quarter, after all.
   "I've heard good things about the Pegasus inn from the customers in our family's shop. Some proper food and drink, and a soft bed for the night. What more could a man ask for?"
   He goes on, a small smile softening his somber features.
conversations: gremlin-pult:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lomop tries to keep up with his larger companions, his legs working overtime. As usual his clothing is of varied colors and quality, whatever he has found lying around. The only common denominator being flashy.
  
   "I can recommend their food, but I was too young too sample the fine drinks last time I was here,"  he answers.  Almost a lifetime ago , he thinks.
  
   "Most of all I want to rest my weary legs. I think all you large folks treat marches like this as marathons?" 
conversations: Leffa:
conversations: human
conversations:  "I could carry you if the trip is proving too much for you, my vertically challenged friend."  Volun offers, with a straight face. The only thing revealing that this is actually one of his rare jokes is the smallest twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
conversations: gremlin-pult:
conversations: human
conversations:  Finally our group came into the Pegasus Inn.
  
  Upon entering, you discover that a celebration is already underway. The center of the Pegasus’ main hall has been cleared to make room for a dance floor, and a band of musicians plays to an eager crowd. Along the walls, serving tables contain a variety of delicacies—spiced meats, stews, breads, local produce—all for the taking. Servers rush to refill food items that have run out. At the bar, a squat, muscular man doles out tankards of ale for all comers, racing between a row of twenty tapped barrels encased in a metal frame. The barrels are stamped with the markers of all
  the most famous breweries in the world, though a quarter of them appear reserved for Gurlock’s beers.
conversations: Bababidi:
conversations: human
conversations:  Sivryn nudges and barges his way through the crowd, getting to the bar. He pulls a string of coppers out of his pocket, the polished coins glinting even in the dim lighting. If you treated your money well, it treated you well.
  
  He yells to make himself heard over the commotion.  "I'M GOIGN TO NEED A PITCHER OF GURLOCK'S AMBER AND A WORD WITH WINIFRED. GURLOCK HIMSELF SENT ME THIS WAY." 
conversations: Space Lawyer:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Wait a minute!"  As the barkeep kept on serving some drinks. It took a little bit of time, but Winifred finally showed up, still catching her breath.
  
   "Welcome to the Pegasus Inn! I'm Winifred! Come grab some food, don't be shy! If you need a brew, ask my Husband, Tain. Gurlock will be here later, any questions?" 
conversations: Bababidi:
conversations: human
conversations:  With an amused shake of his head at his companions eagerness, Volun slowly made his way to join him at the bar. The going was easy enough, the crowd parting quite naturally in the face of the large mans steady advance.  "A plate of what you happen to be serving, and a large mug of... Dark stout, I think."  He said in his slow rumble, as he joined Sivryn at the bar, giving the barkeep a friendly nod.
conversations: gremlin-pult:
conversations: human
conversations:  The barkeep looked at Volun.  "You need the best kind of ale, we got some of Gurlock's taps, here try this!"  As he poured The Warrior Stout into the mug and put it in front of Volun, followed by a full plate with roasted boar and potatoes.
  
   "We got plenty of Gurlock's taps and no worries, it's on the house! The Brown Special Reserve, The Warrior Stout, the Iron Ale, The Sunshine Lager and the Toasted Wheat! go ahead drink!" 
conversations: Bababidi:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lomop takes advantage of the opening that Volun creates, following closely to his bigger companion. Not having to walk between people's legs is great.
  
  He climbs up on top of a barstool. Standing on top he's about as high as the average human.  "Unless you take payment in strange and wonderous items of unknown powers I'll have the cheapest you've got..."  he suddenly have a horrible thought and adds quickly.  "That's not floor mop water." 
conversations: Leffa:
conversations: human
conversations:  "On the house, you say?"  Volun asked, a faint smile of pleasure manifesting as he smells the aroma of the food.  "That is very kind of you. I Accept with pleasure."
  
   Glancing down at Lomop, Volun let out a chuckle at the little man, standing on a stool. While he had grown fond of both his peculiar companions during their travels, the little man who strode so happily through a world so much bigger than him never failed to make Volun happy, with his chipper, energetic personality that so differed from Volun's own.  "Why not take a stout as well, since our host has been so kind as to offer? A beer is all well and good, but nothing quite beats a drink that really fills your belly. Like a whole meal in itself."  He said, before taking a deep chug of his mug, sighing contentedly as he put it back down.
  While he mostly had the look of an orc, he loved a good brew as much as any dwarf, and it was one of the few things that he was willing to let go of his rationality to enjoy fully. Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he carefully dabbed the foam that escaped his lips away from his chin, lest it dripped into his beard. Keeping it clean was serious business. Another thing he'd inherited from the stunty side of the family.
conversations: gremlin-pult:
conversations: human
conversations:  Sivryn hefts the heavy stoneware mug that had been set in front of him and downs a hearty gulp.  "What's the celebration about? Unusual to see a place this fine giving away good food and drink like this." 
conversations: Space Lawyer:
conversations: human
conversations:  "A tradition, well guess we call it a Holiday, plus Gurlock is coming today with his very rare brew, Old Chaotic Neutral. Everything is on the house! Best brew around Nestora! "  As Tain was quite serving the brews non-stop.
conversations: Bababidi:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Free? Well in that case... Let's start at A and let's see how far we'll get."  Lomop's grins looks like it is in danger of splitting his skull from sheer size.
conversations: Leffa:
conversations: human
conversations:  "Gurlock said you would "hook us up." Any idea what he meant by that?" 
conversations: Space Lawyer: