[h3][b][i][color=7F7765][center]Lucan Cauldwell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=7F7765]Location:[/color][/b] Stockades
[b][color=7F7765]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Kyra, Guards by the Jail, Ash, Lob, Sundos, Marcus[/center]

Clearing his throat somewhat awkwardly as Kyra spoke, Lucan hadn't really expected a reply to his mostly rhetorical comment. Watching the exchange between Kyra and the guards, Lucan set his hand on the hilt of his sword as the guards lowered their spears, drawing it slightly, so a little more than an inch of the blade was visible. Even that was the man showing restraint, had he been certain he'd be backed up by the others he was with, he might've actually started something. However, armed with the knowledge that starting a fight with the town guard where he planned to stay the night was probably a bad idea, he settled upon looking threatening as an alternative.

Glancing down at the Dire Wolf momentarily, Lucan noticed it properly for the first time, he'd seen it leading Kyra here before, but hadn't really paid it much mind until now. It was fairly clear that the creature was a pet of some sort to the White-haired woman, well, as close to a pet as one could get with a Dire Wolf, his encounters with the creatures had usually not been very 'tame'. However, nothing about the woman particularly seemed tame, she carried herself similarly to the few woodland elves Lucan had encountered in his travels, though he had been able to establish fairly obviously that she herself was not an elf - which only served to make the fact of the matter more intriguing. 

Sundos, however, Lucan figured he had him in a nutshell after little more than a glance. See one religious nutjob, seen them all. While it was exceedingly rare for one to avoid religion, Lucan did so like the plague, the 'holier-than-thou' way some priests, paladins and clerics carried themselves did little more than irritate him, and the idea of serving any power higher than himself was not really one which appealed greatly to the former bandit. Sundos, evidently, did not see things like Lucan did, and while he didn't agree with Sundos decision to devote his life to whatever god was the flavour of the month at the time, he could respect the decision, well, not respect it, more 'not pick a fight over it'. 

Drawing about half an inch more of his blade, Lucan heard the yell of Marcus as the man rounded the corner. He was also easy to figure out - clearly the Constable in charge, Lucan figured Marcus was much like any other man in his position in a nowhere town, especially one on the borders of fighting - more focused on the wonder and excitement of 'protecting the people' than to actually stop and think something through before tossing it in a cell or bringing an axe down on it. Lucan could barely hold in his laughter at the Constable's insistence that the half-orc was dangerous, and he looked back to the large creature. [b][color=7F7765]"Ooh yeah, he looks [i]real[/i] dangerous, like the type to squash your head between both his hands sooner than look at you. Gosh, aren't the people of this town lucky to have a Constable like you, huh? Can I just pay you directly for all this or does it get counted up in taxes? Lord, really, you should just come back to my house and fuck my sister."[/color][/b] Lucan was enjoying himself.