Sable looked out the window as Dreg finished his story and called for another drink "I guess I ain't going no where, might as well drink with you blubbery bollocks!" He said laughing as he pushed in between the twins and gripped their shoulders tight. Warren did not seem as amused as his jolly brother who laughed with the small bald dwarf and slapped the table calling for another round for himself.
"There should be another..." Sable muttered to himself.
"Another what?" An odd voice whispered in his ear that brought him shock. He went for his blade as he flipped back around, but found a familiar face staring back at him.
"Draolof?" Sable said confusingly as he release his hand from his blade.
"All this time and you still cant tell the voice of a friend from a foe. I would commend you for speed, but my head still sits comfortably on my neck, so I will save that compliment for another, more meaningful time." The wrinkled man said as he leaned his staff against the wall and flicked his wrist pulling a chair out without touching.
"I don't believe Cal invited you, Draolof." Sable said following the man with the dusty and wide brimmed conical crown hat that seemed to fall at the top and drape behind the magical mans brim. The man waved his finger in a swirling motion and heard the barkeep squeal as he watched a mug float and pour itself before gliding along the air to him.
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"Could you do that for me?" Dreg asked. His eyes were wide just as Tarvus' as they looked at each other in excitement for what kind of goodies the old man could bring the table.
"Master Gunkrate asked me to stop by, I only expected to see him on my arrival though, where is the young man?" Draolof asked inquisitively.
"You think Gunkrate is young? That man is a basket of bones!" Tarvus laughed before giving a alcohol ridden burp.
"I perceive you to be near the age of a fetus, young half-elf." Dreg almost fell from his chair hearing the words of the wizard. "At my age most are young, there isn't many out there that reach the age of a wizard anymore."
"Why would Cal call on you?" Sable asked trying to steer back to the matter at hand.
"Why would he not? I would call on me."
"Right, but I was told to expect four, not five."
"Ah, I see." The older man said as he delayed his thought with a swig of his drink. "You don't hear very well." Sable began to get frustrated with the greying wizard.
"Tell us how ya' know of the mad wanderer, eh?" Dreg asked in a slur as he tucked the liquid out of his beard.
"Yes, please do!" Tarvus agreed.
"We've all been telling tales while we wait on him." Warren added with his back turned away from the two drunkards.
The old wizard pondered for a moment as Sable gave into the madness of the moment and walked off to find his mug on the fireplace mantle. "If Master Gunkrate is whom you refer I can quite contently say I met him through Master Tungwreth quite some time ago, but that is an old story, I will share with you one of my latest meetings, and maybe, by the Vecor's will, such a tale may shine light on why we sit here on this raining night."