Drambuin would like to go to the Brazen Strumpet, tell stories of adventure, and drink pints.
Drambuin heads to the Brazen Strumpet with gold in hand, prepared to party like it's the fantasy pseudo-middle ages.
Upon entering, Drambuin sees a table of gruff but good-natured dwarves, buying all of them Tankards of ale, he relates stories of the barrowmaze and the vicious creatures he has slain. He also tells some tales from his time before entering barrowcrest.
The dwarves are amazed and astounded, and see Drambuin in a heroic and adventurous light. After much more ale, all the dwarves find comely dwarven wenches and head to their inns (including Drambuin).
On his way home, Drambuin finds a plantinum piece and becomes ten gp richer!
In summary, you spend 290 gold buying copious amounts of ale and food for your dwarven kinsmen, as well as lending money (being the big shot for once), etc. you gain 300 exp.
Jeez, on a roll of 19 I find a lousy pp? Thanks…I think. :P
Drambuin would like to drink his weight in gold, find a dwarven wench, take her out for a nice seafood dinner and never call her again.
so you got a 2 for gold rolled and a failed save with an 8? got it.
Drambuin, after a long day of crypt robbing and zombie slaying, heads over to the brazen strumpet. Calling the bartender over, he drinks several tankards of their finest-watered-down ale.
After many hours of carousing in the bar, telling tales and brawling with local townsfolk, he sets his eyes on a lonely bearded dwarven wench, who is cursing out a local elf for insisting elven made goods are far superior to dwarven crafts.
Drambuin- ever the stout dwarven hero - charges the elf in a drunken bar brawl fashion and knocks him clean off his feet. Having thought the elf out cold, Drambuin turns to the dwarven wench, who stares behind him, in wide eyed bewilderment.
The elf jumps over a table and lands a foot in Drambuin's face with lightning alacrity. Drambuin, attempting to swing at the elf with a right hook, fails miserably.
Armed with nothing more than a thin robe, the elf ducks around Drambuin and assaults with a flurry of blows on various pressure points. All the spectators in the bar notice elf's disciplined grace and whisper to each other that "only a drunk fool dwarf would challenge a monk in hand to hand combat".
The final things that Drambuin sees before he is knocked unconscious is a laughing dwarven wench, drunken spectators, and an iron elven fist in his face.
Drambuin wakes up several hours later feeling hung over and bruised (physically and emotionally).
Drambuin spends 200 gold on ale and damages to the brazen strumpet. He only gains 100 experience for his brawling and drinking, because he loses a hefty 100 exp on his bruised dwarven ego. For sure, he has disgraced his dwarven ancestors this day.