[Center][h1]Airdan Valtumal[/h1][/center]

[@Ambra] [@Solace] [@LostDestiny] Seems as though they had entirely dismissed his actions; evident from the hand of cards played by the little warrior and the murderer as well as the entirely unnecessary grey-area dwelling, needless commentator inguz had said to both her and Airdan. He let out a small scoff himself and watched as the warrior cutesely hit the bottom of a wooden tankard against the Solarian's head and demanded that he buys her a drink. Common gesture for someone trying to get into someone's pants in his opinion. He stood back from the scene with gentle steps, the coarse heat returning back to his senses as he began to fan his hand along his neck trying to keep the heat down as the Grey Area Inguz walks past him.

"I don't think the lady needs your help mate, she seems perfectly capable of handling this on her own. You on the other hand seem slightly less... Equipped to handle the stranger's mysterious weapon." Airdan's expression was brought to laughter.

"You're damn right on that one!" He said with his fingers pointing towards the Grey Area Inguz. Before returning back to his own seat, next to the girl he was attempting to talk to before. The cheery expression never had left him. "Ah, now the problem partially solved..." He set his sights by the orc's body, now being dragged out by some housekeeper of the tavern and returned it back to the same bronze skinned, hazel eyed bartender. "Another one of those cold ale you made for me," He turned to the girl again. "And you?" [@Rekaigan]

Huh. What do you know.