[color=green][h2]Mezdon Hadirial[/h2][/color]

The travel to Vi’zur was not long for someone living in the forest next to it. Truth be told Mezdon had actually been a few times when he and his grandpa needed supplies. This was, however, the first time he had been simply for pleasure rather than business. He had been exploring the surrounding area for hidden caves or lost ruins only to come up empty. Hoping to hear some rumors or local myths that might guide his journey, he made his way to the town and went to the one place you could find such things; the tavern.

Opening the door expecting a calm scene of relaxing patrons with a few passed out drunkards, Mezdon instead came in just in time to see a red haired women dressed in unmistakably Royal Guard armor scolding a pack of Stormbringers. She wasn’t alone either, another woman, a blacksmith from what he picked up, had stepped in and kindly asked the man to let the lady be. This was definitely going to be a show Mezdon didn’t want to miss. 

Taking a seat at an unoccupied table, Mezdon signaled one of the waitresses and ordered a bottle of whatever wine they currently had. Though he longed to once more taste the wine of his kin, Elvish made things weren’t common in these parts, and importing anything was nearly impossible due to the rising ork troubles. As such he had learned to make due with what was given.

In the time it took him to order his drink, a suit of armor held up by more Stormbringers entered and made their way to a table away from the angry women. As he sat down and got a drink Mezdon was astonished as he saw the drink turn from plain water into a sort of blue potion. Was this witchcraft? No, there were no incantations before hand. This was either a magic item, or a magic person. This knight would be someone of interest to the elf.

Things only got better from there as the knight began to counter the redheads arguments of the Stormbringers, but almost did so casually as if he really had little interest. Truth be told Mezdon nearly joined the Stormbringer’s himself. But not wanting to throw away the dreams he had as a child to wander of his own accord, he figured it would be best if he only did the occasional job for them.

His thoughts of the past were cut short as another armor clad man stood up from the table next to him and attempted to approach the man holding the girl; his hand resting on sword. Unsure if his intent was hostile or not, Mezdon grabbed the masked man’s arm and halted his movement. A fight hadn’t broken out yet and if at all possible Mezdon wanted to keep it that way.

“Hold on, friend.” He spoke calmly and released his grip to show he meant to harm, “I suggest you sit back and order another drink. After all…” He watched as the cloaked maiden twisted her holder's hand and escaped his grasp, “I think the ladies can handle themselves.”

With that the waitress brought out his wine and poured a glass. Mezdon returned to his seat and offered the masked man a chair at his table. Company during a show never hurt, especially now that the once damsel in distress had turned on her heroin and the two had begun their own fight about the Stormbringers. Taking a satisfying sip from his wine, he continued to watch to see if anymore twists in this clashing of ideals would occur.