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Lucian soon gave the dwarf the story of his life. How he was just a simple villager in the village of Verac and how peaceful it was. He could remember his sister Odgu giving him a piece of her mind from time to time. The numerous travels to and from Castle Aquitaine and what it entailed.
Then he told in as much detail as his alcohol rattled mind could remember. How he fought the direwolves that were approaching his home and that he was almost torn to shreds when the Vampire came forward to him. How it taunted him for that night with the prospects of surviving in lue of his family’s safety.
“I tried to strike at her, and in my moment of weakness I failed to even make a scratch whatever dead flesh she had.” Lucian said as he reached over and touched the scythe near him, “Her punishment was severe as with a single spell she tore through three of my villages homes, including my immediate family. Dead they all were and damned I was for that.”
“And how did an Umgi like you survive against an Uzkular?”
Lucian finished his third and final drink of Aquitaine wine before speaking, “I was saved by Truffles here. I do not know why the Vampire did not strike me down or possess me, but she fled when my Donkey came between the two of us.”
Gave a few strokes of the hand on the pelt of the donkey. The ass enjoyed it as it was eating some of the food that Adok had brought with him.
Lucian felt something was off as he turned to see Adok take out a cask he had never seen before. The cask itself was small, only large enough to hold roughly six glasses of wine and appeared to have yet to be open. Lucian knew he was drunk, but the somberness the dwarf had for this cask snapped him of whatever haze was brought upon him.
“This, Umgi, is a cask of Dawi Wine. It's the only wine I was able to carry out of the Karak when I…” The dwarf did not finish his words but instead took the hammer that was on his back, “You are holding your drink better than any Umgi I met Lucian. As a Dawi I cannot overlook such perils in the world and do nothing about it. Just as Sigmar saved Kurgan Ironbeard from imprisonment we Dwarfs must help those in true peril.”
The Cask was settled between the two of them with a pair of ornate cups. Both of them were made of gold and had the same face that was upon the belt of Adok upon it, “If you share a drink with me, and keep your wits after, then my hammer will serve your cause.”
>Take a drink (Roll a d100 with this)
>No vow is needed to help.
