[Helga's Tavern, Barroom] 
You elbow your way into one of the open spaces along the bar. The countertop of oft-polished modwir wood bears pits and stains from years of use. Helga, the ancient, obese proprietor, is stationed behind the bar, absentmindedly wiping a glass with a dirty towel. Dressed in a drab brown smock, she seems as permanent a fixture here as the dark-toned panelling and the dingy counter. A small fireplace in one corner burns feebly, adding little light or warmth to the room. You also see the bartender Helga, a town guard, a badly damaged fel chest, a badly damaged gold chest, a plain iron trunk, a badly damaged gold box, an enruned iron trunk, a scratched iron chest, some basal moss, an engraved wooden strongbox, a large sign, a set of swinging doors that serve as the only exit and a dark doorway that glows slightly.
Obvious exits: south.

Here's a tour of Helga's.

[Helga's Tavern, Game Room]
Your eyes adjust to the murky, candlelit interior of this almost bare room. As they do, you realize this is no ordinary recreation room. The focus of attention appears to be on a gleaming pair of black mein dice with white pips, suspended in mid-air by some magical means. You also see a dark doorway and a 12-sided craps card.
Obvious exits: none.
Here's the secret of gettin out ::giggle:: go d door this will take you back to the barroom.

[Helga's Tavern, Dark Corner]
This corner of the room is occupied by two rickety tables and some short benches. Candle stubs mounted in earthenware ale flasks offer the only light in this windowless nook. Seated at a square table, several dockworkers converse in uncharacteristically hushed voices, between sips of grog and puffs of strong pipe tobacco. They take no notice of you or anyone else around them. You also see a round table with a bud vase on it.
Obvious exits: north.

Read the sign and you'll see what Helga has in stock.


Ye 
    Bille of
 Fare
1.) Flaeshornberry Wine 30 silvers
2.) Dragonsdraught Ale  12 silvers
3.) Honeyed Herb Tea  7 silvers
4.) Golden Fox Mead 5 silvers
5.) Blackdew Grog  2 silvers



Whatever you do don't make Helga mad.
This is what happens if ya do :o(
*This really happened not something that was made up*

Lovar begins a musical chant...

Lovar skillfully weaves another verse into his harmony, directing the sound of his voice at the bartender Helga.
CS: +124 - TD: +226 + CvA: +25 + d100: +39 == -38
Warded off!
The bartender Helga is unaffected.

The bartender Helga gestures and utters a phrase of magic.
The bartender Helga gestures at Lovar.
Strands of webbing shoot forth towards Lovar.
CS: +290 - TD: +179 + CvA: +12 + d100: +72 - +5 == +190
Warding failed!
Lovar is firmly webbed in place.
Feanorr drops a cigar. It hits the ground in a puff of sparks, bounces twice, and goes out.

The bartender Helga gestures and utters a phrase of magic.

The bartender Helga gestures at Feanorr.

Strands of webbing shoot forth towards Feanorr.
CS: +290 - TD: +70 + CvA: +2 + d100: +99 - -5 == +326
Warding failed!
Feanorr is firmly webbed in place.

The bartender Helga punches Lovar.
Lovar says, "harder"
Lovar exclaims, "harder helga!"
Lovar says, "make it hurt helga"

 
The bartender Helga snatches up a cudgel.
Lovar says, "uhoh"

 
The bartender Helga grins.

 
Lovar removes a well-balanced silver alloy waraxe from inside his trench coat.
Lovar slings a laje banded tower shield off from over his shoulder.

 
Lovar says, "yas couldnt touch me helga"
The bartender Helga raises an eyebrow.

 
The bartender Helga spits on the cudgel and rub it in with her towel.
The bartender Helga winds up.

 
The bartender Helga swings a cudgel at Lovar!
AS: +685 vs DS: +486 with AvD: +17 + d100 roll: +92 = +308
... and hits for 122 points of damage!
Massive blow smashes through ribs and drives Lovar's heart out the back.
* Lovar just bit the dust!
* Lovar drops dead at your feet!
The silvery luminescence fades from around Lovar.
Lovar appears somehow different.
The brilliant luminescence fades from around Lovar.
The deep blue glow leaves Lovar.
The bright luminescence fades from around Lovar.
The very powerful look leaves Lovar.
The white light leaves Lovar.
The bartender Helga pokes Lovar.
The bartender Helga leans on its cudgel.
The bartender Helga asks, "is there a cleric in the house?"
(Cleric was called for Lovar)

 
The bartender Helga says, "sorry. I figgered you would have protected yourself better."
"Helga"
The pyrothag is a huge creature, towering over the tallest of giantmen. Scorched black by the heat of its environment, its thick skin protects it from blows and the hostile lava flows. The most striking thing aside from its size, is the lack of facial features. Smooth face matching its smooth black skin leaves you wondering how such a thing have evolved.

This is to give you a idea of what Helga can be like if she is crossed.
(edited for your easy reading)