Ringmaster - "I have. He understands my stance he simply doesn't agree with it. Problem is he's likely to rough up one of my bar patrons now after he gets a bit too sauced. Keeps on doing that after our conversations. I suppose he will until someone finally bests him."
The bar was crowded with an array of different people from merchants to fighters. Falthor could see the rough looking elf sitting on a bar stool drinking a beer.
Nodding to himself, Falthor reached to his hip where a rusted looking sword hung almost unceremoniously from a leather strap. As he ran his thumb over the amber on the hilt he became surrounded in a thin, obscuring mist. To those gathered in the bar, Falthor disappeared from sight. Hidden under the mystic protection Carnwennan, Falthor tried to weave his way towards the sullen elf.
Falthor propped himself against the closest wall, keeping an eye on the way the elf reacted to those around him. There would be no need to intervene if all he did was mope.
For a few minutes that seemed like all the elf would do, but after a couple more drinks in, the man began peering around the bar, looking suspiciously around. Falthor got the feeling that the elf somehow sensed he was being watched. He looked angry and confused.
Picking a moment when the elf was looking away from him, Falthor dropped the shroud and glanced up at the ceiling rather than stare straight at the man.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Falthor- Some people only learn that way.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Ringmaster - "There's 30 gold in it for you if you can keep him from hurting anyone. He should be over in the cutlass."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Falthor's nod came close to a bow before he headed over to the harrowing pits' bar area.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Scarface - "You again, decide you didn't get enough at our first meeting?"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Falthor- Sorry, what? I was off in my own world.