[b][center][h3][i][color=#17c311]Cyne[/color] & [color=746f6f]Nor[/color][/i][/h3]
[color=#17c311]Location:[/color] Temple & Crossed Swords Tavern
[color=#17c311]Interacting with:[/color]Yomdi & Ntaj[/center][/b]
[color=#17c311]"But he didn't,"[/color] Cyneburg interjected. She stepped forward and offered a hand to help her stand back up. Looked like that feeling Cyne had was completely correct. The trend of the craziest sounding old masters being the wisest continued to hold true. She had no idea what he did to create that wind, but evidently sucking out all the bad wind did indeed cure her. Somehow. Perhaps she could learn how to do that with her Control Wind spell? That particular venture was stuck under a mental rock for later investigation.
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Nor felt himself get more and more aggravated with each word that came out of Thomas' mouth. It was one thing to essentially talk behind the backs of others right to their faces, but another to also throw in words in common for [i]no discernable reason.[/i] He almost leaped across the table to grab that pompous kid by the shoulders, drive him to the ground and then repeatedly slap him in the face saying [i]Speak. The. Language. Everyone. Else. Is. And. Get. To. The. Godsforsaken. Point.[/i] But he was a dwarf who prided himself on his relatively short list of criminal charges, and this shitdump was the last place he wanted to add another charge. Then the halfbreed brought up forming a caravan, but left before he could even give him a proper answer. With a scowl plastered on his face, Nor grabbed one of the loaves of bread and crunched down on it. Kids these days.