An Elf in the Tipsy Imp

[DM Hawk]

Nacyra topped off the tankard of a Westar ship captain.

With the Dragon Coast conflict resolved...for the next seven years at least...trade on the Lake of Dragons was picking up. The captain was handsome enough but after filling his tankard yet again she was skeptical he would be entertaining in her bed for the eve. Perhaps another patron.

As her astute gaze passed over the tavern patrons the front door burst open abruptly. A haughty looking elf wearing a fine grey tunic and pants stepped inside. Raising a disapproving brow, Nacyra glanced at the wall to make certain the impact didn't damage anything. She doubted the elf would like to have payment for damages...extracted.

Dark golden locks of hair flowed as the elf glanced one way to the other looking at the patrons carefully as he gracefully stepped toward the bar. He dropped his hand toward the hilt of his longsword.

At the gesture, Nacyra looked at the two guardsmen in the tavern. The sergeant was giving Calamity his rapt attention. Either he didn't know her price or was getting whatever he could from her before she dismissed him. The corporal was asleep in his cups, snoring softly, his face resting in a small puddle of beer.

The elf approached the bartender and said, “Good day my dear. I’ve been tracking a man named Sylus and have heard rumors he’s somewhere in this town often enough.”

She knew the name. The man was a Purple Dragon doing double duty in the Valkur's Roar reserve guard. One of those in the running for the Captain's seat on the council. Nacyra looked at the elf with a bland expression, conveying that she didn't know or care much about the subject matter. Her expression was only partially deceitful.

"Would you like a drink stranger? You can tell me all about it once you've settled down with some fine vintage." She could at least get some coin out of the elf.

The elf answered coldly, "No."

Nacyra glanced at Calamity. The Courtesan had glanced over with interest. The Guard Sergeant hadn't noticed the glance. His eyes were focused elsewhere.

The elf spoke again, “Should you ever see the fiend be wary be wary around him. He’s a fiend! He beat my sister to death when she told him she was pregnant with his baby and fled to Cormyr to escape justice. I’ve come to these lands to get vengeance for her and their unborn child!”

At the mention of fiends Nacyra reached up absently to make sure her costume horns were straight upon her head. This was the Tipsy Imp, after all.

The elf took a deep breath, watching the gesture, and seemed to get control of his anger. Once the barmaid lower hand to the bar again, he continued, "Please spread the word if you would so that all good people and women are warned of his vile deeds and can save themselves from his brutish hands and perverse desires.”

"I can do that" Nacyra answered, "for coin."

A clajingle emitted form a small leather pouch that was set down on the bar top, firmly and swiftly by the elf's hand. The sound spoke of silver.

The elf turned to the door.

Nacyra asked as the elf turned away, "And who is warning the good women of the realm?"

"I’m Agis Ailmar.”

The door closed behind the elf.

Calamity smiled to Nacyra, "I've been warned."

Nacyra smiled back, "You're no good woman."

The guard sergeant kept smiling.

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