After spending several days in the wilderness hunting gnolls Aldrous found it refreshing to return to Camelot and find that Strider's was still in business. It was a bit small and there was a certain smell that never seemed to go away, but Strider's was a bit of home that everyone could appreciate.
"Greetings barkeep," Aldrous said with a smile, "give me a mug of whatever's been recently tapped."
As he waited for his drink Aldrous took the time to look over the common room of the inn. As usual there were patrons nodding off into their drinks, people staring at the ceiling, and even one fellow in the corner who had taken to drumming on his table with his fingers. While Aldrous might have expected this during one of Paddy's poetry readings he certaily didn't expect it on an average night.
"By the gods, this place hasn't been this dead since that lich took over management a few years ago," Aldrous said to the bartender as he was served his ale. The bartender merely shrugged and walked off as Aldrous took a long drink.
"There are times like this," Aldrous said to himself, "That I ask myself - what would Auggie do?"
The answer came to Aldrous half way through his drink. With a grin he lept from his barstool and sprinted to a corner of the room. Digging his fingers between the cracks on the wall Aldrous reveiled a hidden closet. Aldrous reached in and pulled out a small dwarf in a tuxedo which he dragged to the middle of the bar.
"Everyone," Aldrous shouted, "This is Handsome Pete, he dances for coppers! I've brought him out here to enrich your evening!"
With that, Aldrous kicked Handsome Pete who began to shimmy and shake for all he was worth.