[centre]-Delcastle-[/centre] [centre]-Afternoon / day 17 / LvL 12-[/centre] Delcastle continued to grin as he turned and walked down the stairs to the dining area as one of the old men was promptly placed on a chair without breaking it this time. The atmosphere had gone from combat to quiet time deceptively quickly. Odds are these people were burnt out from the days events already. Terrible shame that was but business didn't wait on the slow or lazy. If he wanted to do this and earn the rewards for himself and his group then signing on with another group was needed. But how to proceed. Del approached in a slow but confident manner, hands at his sides with a calm expression on his face as he approached the last remaining table. A mental note to be wary of property damage in the future with these folks came to mind. Especially the older folks. He stopped a respectful distance from the table and dipped a shallow but respectful bow to the masked fellow and the girl with the eyepatch in turn. [color=00aeef]"Apologies for my intrusion. My name is Delcastle, guild leader of World Walkers. Couldn't help but notice,"[/color] He motioned at the state of the inn and then focused briefly on the eye patch. [color=00aeef]"That you and your group could benefit from my teams assistance."[/color] At a motion from Scarlet he took a seat and addressed both seated players. [color=00aeef]"I have it on good information that a mini-dungeon in the gorge holds a restorative item to those who complete it. I do not have the strength or the numbers to go it alone, so I ask for a partnership. What say you and your team? Including mine we have enough players to enter and complete it."[/color] -------------------------------------- [centre][img]http://orig10.deviantart.net/426b/f/2016/064/a/2/yeahyoufeelme_by_fenixking13-d9tzalz.png[/img][/centre] [centre]Day 17 / Afternoon / LVL 16[/centre] [centre][]HP[]100%[color=00a651]//////////[/color][][/centre] Dom swooned in and out of consciousness and vaguely remembered being lifted off the ground and carried. Another memory was the feel of hardwood goin' up his crack uncomfortably as he was dumped into a seat rather unceremoniously. All this on the backburner of his mind as memories of past experiences came to the fore front. Going to highschool with Smart, graduating and going to college, both had the fortune to attend the same school but Dom had eventually veered from the path and went to a police academy. They had been friends for years after that, found love, Dom had sired a son, Dan had found love to last. Years of experiences blurred into nothingness as his eyes fluttered open to see a smooth talking young man talking about dungeons or something (he hadn't been listening) and noticed the sly wink directed towards his granddaughter. (Not realizing it was a mention of her eye patch) With a grunt, Dom reacted the only way he knew how. He stood up unsteadily and punched the newcomer square in the jaw before falling flat on his face, still dizzy. He would later blame Smarter for this, something about how he mistook the lad for the yoga pants old man. As oblivion seeped in on the peripheral vision, Dom managed to squeak our a [color=ed1c24]"sorry.."[/color] before fading back out entirely. --------------------------------- The moment the fist struck him in the face, Delcastles eyes took a very unfamiliar glint. Very few things could upset his usually calm demeanor but a sucker punch when he was offering help was one of them. But the glint faded as fast as it had come and was replaced by a soft chuckle as he rubbed his red cheek. Having seen the old man literally just attack two men over a misunderstanding it was quite obvious that another such accident might occur. [color=00aeef]"Apology accepted. No harm done."[/color] He whispered to the fallen bearded fellow, turning back to the two at the table and waiting for a response to his request.