A matter of ownership
So there he was. One of the greatest druids of his time, simply waltzing into the tavern i happened to be staying at. All the girls were trying to seduce him, however, he was not interested instead he bought one strong ale. He began walking straight to a table occupied by a solitary dwarf, but a group of drunk black market workers tried to stop him. They slurred “we don’t like you much” Zodiac laughed then said " Then you better take it up with my personal army, but if you want a personal chat i give you twenty minutes to run. Be warned though, i will still find you." needless to say they all broke and ran. Zodiac sat down and simply said “i have a problem.” “then what is it?” “a matter of ownership.” “I find myself in possetion of a tavern but have no one to own or run it. So i give it to you, however i took the liberty of naming it Gortharics Inn”. what happened next was a rare sight. the dwarfs eyes misted over, his beard began to rustle yet there was no breeze. he yelled " i thank ye lad! i shan’t forget." Gortharics inn shalt be the mightiest roarin’ tavern of all time! in fact it will make this tavern look like * A pile of dung scraped off the bottom of a trolls boot" Immediently after the Dwaft ran off leaving the tavern owner feeling rather hurt. Zodic wandered off to " find those wanker in time for tea."