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Fortunately for Cleon, it had not been the first time he'd smelled orc guts, and so while there was a worrisome amount of concern over some dead person, killing was something he had grown accustomed to years ago. He was the one still drinking, after all, and he had a night to celebrate before he would hit the road again.

[@LostDestiny]

Cleon wondered what would cause more discomfort; the eventual hangover, or the headache he was beginning to suffer from. It seemed like everyone wanted something from him. That, or he was simply [i]that[/i] irresistible. Under normal circumstances, he thought that any rational individual would steer away from the person with the gun, but no, it made him the most popular loner in the saloon.

He only turned his face slightly as the inguz spoke to him, his expression blank. Cleon's brow furrowed in a look of contempt, only shown directly when he decided that now may have been the good time to reload. [i]Maybe they'll finally figure out that I don't want to talk to them.[/i] Or, he'll look like the most racist person in the world.

While the inguz talked, Cleon pretended to nod in understanding towards his words, placing his flintlock pistol to the table and beginning the ritual of loading the weapon for another shot. He had learned to do so without having to watch the process itself, but he made sure to slow it down so that the inguz would notice.

He had just enough powder for the twenty or so shots still in his pouch, which was not too big of a problem. There were several smugglers in the town that he could bargain from, and Cleon would be set for the rest of the year.

[@Ambra] [@VKAllen]

And suddenly, everyone wanted to be best friends with Cleon. He had holstered his pistol just before several footsteps encroached upon his seat from behind, and the male found himself 'apprehended' by the authorities. His face became one in a mix of confusion and annoyance, heaving a loud sigh.

It was only when the second random person wanting to play hero made Cleon explode in hysterical laughter. Slapping his thigh, the male crossed his arms against his chest, his mouth open as he smiled widely. [color=DAA520][b]"By any chance, are you a knight?"[/b][/color]

Though, before she could give a response, Cleon broke into a light chuckle once more, shaking his head as he reached back for his drink. He took a healthy swig from the cup, holding it out towards the woman in an offer.

[color=DAA520][b]"I know this is a lil' sudden,"[/b][/color] Cleon began, wondering if they knew Ecros was a lawless zone. [color=DAA520][b]"But do you take gold or drink? Personally, I prefer the second option, makes the relationship less of a trade and more unique."[/b][/color]