"Ah shaddup ya drunk. You do realize that you'll run out of beer, right?"
"Vampires? In Booty bay? ARe yer crazy?!"Rockblesser yelled at the man that was urinating over another man. "I thought that blasted gnome was crazy! Or that fool your pissing over. But atleast they don't go on about Vampires... in Booty Bay... madness!" He walked away shaking his head and returned to his place behind the bar where he garbbed another barrel and began to drink straight from the tap.
"And yer gnome, the day a dwarf runs out of beer is the day the scourge can take him. Without ale there is no life."
Richard went into the back of the bar, and pulled out a clipboard with numerous dates and numbers on it; a shipping manifest.
"According to this, your last shipment was three months ago, when you should be receiving one every two weeks. At your rate of drinking, your supplies will be empty in 3... 2... 1..."
The barrel, the last of it's kind, stopped spewing beer into the dwarf's mouth. It was empty.
Looking up, Fransisco laughed. "All the non-believers died before they had a chance to run."
He looked up as the barrel's seemingly everlasting supply faltered and stopped. "NO! My ale! What in light am I supposed to do now?! he looked over at the gnome. "You're smart! You know how to get more ale! Fix this!"
Fransisco looked up and interuppted them. "If you don't mind me saying, Ironforge fell to the Scourge days ago." Looking down at his half empty, or half full cup of juice, he spoke again. "Only place now is the Vampire Hunter's League, in northern Elwynn, on the cliffs. Most of the ale sellers fled there."
"Yer know, I think yer just trying to make us go to yer stupid vampire league place... and even if Ironforge has fallen to the scourge they don't exactly drink beer do they?! If Ironforge has ale, then that's where I'm going!"
"Zombies hate ale, they destroy all they get their bony little hands on." He said. "That's why we need to find Ragglestone and the Vampire Hunter's League."
"Well, enough talking! Let's go to that elwynny place. Ya say thay have women?" Bob asking, leaning into Fransisco's face.
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"Gah, I don't like it but i guess yer right... we'd better be off... grab anything taht's no nailed down that we may need. This will not be easy..." he said before going to the cellar underneath his bar. He had a few things stashed that he needed.
"Personally I prefer gnomes." Bob turned, flinging blood from his nose, which was bleeding from when Fransisco punched him earlier.
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Rockblesser walked up out of the cellar and back to where the men were standing. "What are yer doing just standing around?! We are leaving! Grab yer stuff and move yer arses!" he shouted at them before packing a few things into his rucksack, being careful to not show them what it was.
((Pornographic material I see, son...))
Fransisco began following the men out of the inn, making sure no blood-suckin leeches followed. The journey was a 14-day hike to Elwynn, passing the 5 Duskwood Malls and downtowns, rivers, and abandoned houses (RESIDENT EVIL 4!)
((Brb an hour))
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"Whatcha puttin in there, dwarf? Needles ta poke us with?" Bob asked.