writing prompt "I don’t know, I’m not familiar with bucket-based combat."
Elowen leaned forward on the table, barely holding in a snicker as she urged the shopkeep closer so she could tell her story, “Alright, Monty, so this is how it went...“
“On a night off the adventuring party had decided to go to a somewhat shady part of town to enjoy the local taverns and to participate in what was supposed to be a friendly game of cards.” Elowen paused, "Friendly in the sense where everyone was cheating." After making sure Monty understood Elowen continued, “The tavern had a policy about checking your weapons at the door. It seemed a fair enough policy, and after some coaxing even Jelani went along with it.”
“Someone convinced Jelani to go anywhere unarmed?“ Monty asked in surprise.
“I have a very persuasive pouty face Monty, now don’t interrupt.“
“The card game was started, and a few hands in their host realized that he was losing. Badly. At first the disagreement was easily handled, or so they thought. Then one more hand into the game and their host not only loses his temper, but begins to brandish around a knife that he’d been hiding on his person.”
“That was when Jelani grabbed the closest thing at hand to defend them... which happened to be a bucket full of, well,” Elowen wrinkled nose at the memory, trying to think of how best to word it politely, “let’s just say it was full of ‘unpleasant’ things and leave it at that.”
“No,“ Monty whispered in horror.
“Yes,“ Elowen confirmed.
Monty covered his mouth with his many ringed hand to stiffle back either disgust or the snickering that was already bubbling from his lips and motioned for Elowen to continue the story with his other hand.
“So, Jelani, not even aware of what he’s grabbed, hurls the whole bucket - without spilling a bit of its contents - and not only does our host get completely covered in the bucket’s contents, but the bucket hits him right in the head and knocks him out of his chair.“
Elowen watched as Monty’s face went from one of pale shock to becoming flushed with the force of his laughter, unable to contain himself as he slapped one hand on the counter as his guffaw filled the shop with noise. “I swear to you,” Elowen insisted, “I swear to you this is true.”
“Oh, oh gods,“ Monty tried to breathe to recover himself, “I have to- oh I have to ask him. Jelani, Jelani my good friend!“ Monty called out until Jelani stuck his head inside the shop and looked suspiciously between Elowen and the red-faced shop keeper.
“Jelani did you really hit a man in the head with a chamberpot?“ Monty asked.
The half-orc leveled a glower down at the beaming little halfling then said to Monty in his deep gravelly voice, "I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m not familiar with bucket-based combat."
This time Monty laughed so hard he fell out of his chair.
