[color=f26522][center][h3]Milo Ventri[/h3][/center][/color]

	Milo looked to the small girl he was talking with as she asked about his hands, he wasn't really sure how much about his past he was willing to divulge to a complete stranger, just a bit of information was fair though, she was quite kind.

[color=f26522]"Well, I am a blacksmith, got a shop down on the waterfront, decorative items, and whatever else you need."[/color]
	
	He smiled knowing that he wasn't completely lying to her but his main focus was making weapons for recreational and competitive buyers, though he is so much more. It was about this time that the stage was overtaken again this time by another small girl, from the look and sound he would be hard pressed not to think they may be related. He stayed and listened to the girl and her conversation, seemingly more entertaining at least, and he somewhat felt a strange kinship, she seemed as though she was frail, but the fight in her words spoke otherwise. Milo absentmindedly rubbed his left knee, the knee that had been destroyed in his accident, before cutting into her conversation a bit.

[color=f26522]"Little china doll? There is nothing so fragile about people if they don't want it."[/color] He drank down the rest of his beer before finishing that statement, [color=f26522]"But I suppose that's none of my business." [/color]

	He smiled warmly under his neatly groomed beard, this girls vigor seemed to give him a bit fire himself. This fire was probably a good thing as the girl that went on stage and snatched the mic was getting some glares from glorious gasbag and his pals. Milo set his glass back up on the bar and thought to himself, [color=f26522][i]Those men shoved that singer about, but if they start manhandling that girl, drinks won't be the only things put down today.[/i][/color] Milo stood up from the bar, and made a gesture to the stage.

[color=f26522]"I hope you don't mind if move on up a bit, want to get a bit closer to the stage."[/color] He wasn't hiding the fact he worried further altercations. [color=f26522]"But if you ever find yourself needing some ironwork done, look me up." [/color]

With a slight limp as he stepped off, quickly correcting, he started for the stage but not before the alarms started to go off and sprinklers began to shower him with water.

[@PrinceAlexus]