the tension in this bar is building. i can smell it. perhaps i should leave, not sure if yet another bar fight is something i need on my extensive criminal record
The bartender nods, handing a drink to the figure before fetching you more oil. The bartender seems a bit on edge, and keeps shooting nervous glances at each customer who walks through the doors.
"I'm looking for recruits," says the hooded figure. The words were directed toward the warforged, but loud enough that most in the general vicinity could hear.
They turn, slapping your hand out of the way, but it was too late to stop the hood from falling, revealing an elf with a horrific scar across his face. His blonde hair is cropped short.
"We can't speak of it here," he says, quieter this time.
an elf? his scar is like mine, but bigger way bigger. the elves are the only race i have good relations with, perhaps i should see what hes recruiting for. on the other hand i could just be imagining things still. an elf here? i think i'm definitely drunk, yes that must be it
The elf casts another dark glance toward the goliath, and a suspicious one toward the human lurking in the corner. He then pushes out of Elderberry inn, beckoning for the warforged to follow him, and with his eyes, trying to warn the others not to.
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i ask the bartender for more oil breaking the silence
berserker
"Well it was nice meeting you" I murmur to my robot friend as I get up to leave
goodbye!
berserker
the tension in this bar is building. i can smell it. perhaps i should leave, not sure if yet another bar fight is something i need on my extensive criminal record
The bartender nods, handing a drink to the figure before fetching you more oil. The bartender seems a bit on edge, and keeps shooting nervous glances at each customer who walks through the doors.
i scoot towards the figure and try to start up a conversation "how are you sir"
berserker
even the bartenders on edge, whats going on here?
The hooded figure rises from their seat. "Wait," they say, their voice seeming to fill the room.
uh oh
berserker
Well, I have little other choice and turn to face the man
"I'm looking for recruits," says the hooded figure. The words were directed toward the warforged, but loud enough that most in the general vicinity could hear.
i attempt to slightly pull the figures hood so it falls off
berserker
"for?"
They turn, slapping your hand out of the way, but it was too late to stop the hood from falling, revealing an elf with a horrific scar across his face. His blonde hair is cropped short.
"We can't speak of it here," he says, quieter this time.
Times like these are the ones I wish I could be just a drunk.
i wish i could get drunk
berserker
an elf? his scar is like mine, but bigger way bigger. the elves are the only race i have good relations with, perhaps i should see what hes recruiting for. on the other hand i could just be imagining things still. an elf here? i think i'm definitely drunk, yes that must be it
lord this man is villain material
berserker
good thing i dont care
berserker
The elf casts another dark glance toward the goliath, and a suspicious one toward the human lurking in the corner. He then pushes out of Elderberry inn, beckoning for the warforged to follow him, and with his eyes, trying to warn the others not to.