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.
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.
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."
Ringmaster - "Disappointed underling. He keeps bugging me to let him fight, but I make a point of not killing my employees. He brings in more animals than anyone else around here and I can't risk losing him. Don't get me wrong he'd breeze through most of it. But it'd encourage some of my less skilled hunters. The last thing I need is them trying to prove themselves to each other. Replacing them would be a chore."
Falthor could see a human man at leaning against a counter in the center of the commons. He has an air of authority about him and matched the description of the ringmaster that he had heard in a bar once.
The greel extended his small hand and shook Heulen's.
Barkle - "I missed your fight, but it must have been good. I've seen that same warg kill three other men. Not sure if pitting you against him means ringmaster likes or hates you."
Barkle - "A happy side effect of having to build this place a day's travel from the city I suppose. Turns out when people come out here they gotta have a place to eat and a place to sleep. What's more is that the kind of people that get out here like to gamble and when they win they want to spend it. That's why you see the merchants and cart shops about. Ringmaster built himself a small city and he's the king. Name's Barkle by the way."
When Heulen looked to his right, he found himself looking a grizzled looking greel in the face. The greel had a scar across his right eye and he wore two pistols with wicked looking blades attached to them strapped to his chest.
Greel - "Help you friend?"
The greel didn't seem particularly friendly, he seemed more bored than anything else.
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
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
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
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
Ringmaster - "Disappointed underling. He keeps bugging me to let him fight, but I make a point of not killing my employees. He brings in more animals than anyone else around here and I can't risk losing him. Don't get me wrong he'd breeze through most of it. But it'd encourage some of my less skilled hunters. The last thing I need is them trying to prove themselves to each other. Replacing them would be a chore."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
The elf swaggered off confidently.
Falthor could see a human man at leaning against a counter in the center of the commons. He has an air of authority about him and matched the description of the ringmaster that he had heard in a bar once.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Elf - "Watch where you're going!"
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Barkle - "Staying The hell out of them kid. No-one's ever made it past tier five, and only two people ever survived tier four."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Barkle - "I missed your fight, but it must have been good. I've seen that same warg kill three other men. Not sure if pitting you against him means ringmaster likes or hates you."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Barkle - "A happy side effect of having to build this place a day's travel from the city I suppose. Turns out when people come out here they gotta have a place to eat and a place to sleep. What's more is that the kind of people that get out here like to gamble and when they win they want to spend it. That's why you see the merchants and cart shops about. Ringmaster built himself a small city and he's the king. Name's Barkle by the way."
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Greel - "Help you friend?"
The greel didn't seem particularly friendly, he seemed more bored than anything else.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Gem - "Sure thing wolfy."
She winked at him and was off. A few minutes later she plopped a streaming plate of meat and potatoes down in front of him.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together