[h1][center][color=Dodgerblue]Lazulin Mulciber[/color][/center][/h1]

Sitting down amongst the rambunctious chasers whom Maude was complaining about, a young man rolled his eyes at the older woman's complaints while snatching up a mug of ale from Karla with a grin. [color=Dodgerblue]"Aw, come off it now Maude, ye know that you love us. Hell, I doubt there's a soul out there who knows how to party harder and louder than we do, don't ya think lads?"[/color] Lazulin's call was with a righteous choir of agreement from the men and women he was at, as well as a few scattered across the Smiling Parrot. Grinning like a madman, the young man took a deep swig of his drink before slamming it on the table with a content sigh. [color=Dodgerblue]That's just what I like to hear. Oi Cap'n, whatever this stuff is, we need to get more of it, ya here? This is the stuff that'll put hair on ye chest. Oy Karla, can I get another round over here, me mug be thirsty and I'd hate to keep it a waitin'."[/color]

While he was waiting for his refill, the white-haired man grin only grew as he looked about the bar, mischief on his mind as he tried to find a few good targets to mess with. [i][color=Dodgerblue]Now then, who to pick, who to pick. So many to choose from but so little time. . .[/color][/i]

[@Leslie Hall]