[h3][b][i][color=7F7765][center]Lucan Cauldwell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3] [center][b][color=7F7765]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Tavern & Inn - Outside -> Jail [b][color=7F7765]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Persephone, Guards by the Jail, Ash, Lob, Sundos[/center] As he watched Cremwise walk away, Lucan turned to Persephone and opened his mouth slightly, holding it agape as he considered what she was saying. Finally she asked him if he was indeed planning to come along with her and Cremwise the next day. [b][color=7F7765]"Uh..."[/color][/b] Lucan began, thoughtfully, he still hadn't made his decision about it all, but he was in need of money still, and a trip into Orcish territory wouldn't be the worst way to get further away from the 'predator' tracking him. [b][color=7F7765]"I uh... Well..."[/color][/b] He continued to think, but ti didn't seem to be working out for him, so he just flipped a mental coin and decided to wing it. [b][color=7F7765]"Sure, right, I mean, yes, i'm coming."[/color][/b] He'd nod his head firmly as if he had indeed made that decision, not letting on to the fact that he was still very much unsure if he actually wanted to be doing this. [b][color=7F7765]"White-hair Arch-"[/color][/b] He'd cut himself off, remembering the woman specifically as he set his eyes on her, having spotted her earlier when she first came into the tavern. He'd reminded him in her appearance as the same kind of self-righteous person he'd usually associate as a wannabe 'hero', but he'd been wrong making that assumption before, so he wouldn't totally pass judgement, at least not quite yet. [b][color=7F7765]"Right, i'll get on tha- you're already gone."[/color][/b] He said, mostly to himself as Persephone turned around a corner to make her way off to the temple. Clearing his throat, he glanced around as if to check that no one had perhaps heard his little awkward moment, satisfied that no one had, he moved after the white-haired woman. The Jail, his favorite place to be. For the first time in his life, Lucan was more comfortable around a prison than a tavern, and it was solely due to the horrid stench which still permeated toward the back of his nostrils. He continued after her, clearing his throat fairly awkwardly as he slipped past the guards who had followed Kyra. [b][color=7F7765]"Pardon me, 'scuse me."[/color][/b] He'd let out a few awkward 'heh's as he'd move by, approaching the group, fairly pleased the guards had just assumed he was with the woman as he approached her, opening his mouth to speak before he spotted the Half-orc in the cage. [b][color=7F7765]"Oh, well isn't he... Wonderful."[/color][/b] He'd think aloud.