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[color=ff4242][b]Location:[/b][/color] Rosashire - Red Lion Tavern[hr][/center]
Seymour watched as Nuala walked away listening to Skarjaw's rather blunt instruction. He could quite have quite easily taken the drinks himself but he wasn't the reason people would keep coming back. Seymour saw her on the opposite side of the room, pushing clawing arms away while maintaining a professional smile. She soon made her way back towards him and the conversation picked up where it left off.

[color=f6989d]“So, what do you think?”[/color] Seymour looked up at her with a grin but before he could speak someone approached from the bar behind and spoke. [color=aaaaaa]“So, what do you think?”[/color] Nuala turned to look at the approaching man, his long black hair flowing down over his shoulders. Seymour stood up from his chair, the scraping sound of the chair legs on the floor snapping Nuala's attention back. She looked to see Seymour staring a hole right into the approaching man.

[color=ff4242]"Hello there friend. I don't suppose your mother ever told you it's rude to eavesdrop?"[/color] Seymour forced a toothy smile, his elongated canines giving away his heritage. He reached out his hand towards the man for a handshake. [color=ff4242]"Nuala please get this man a drink."[/color] She nodded hesitantly, walking to get the man a drink. [color=ff4242]"My name is Seymour Von Carstein, take a seat and let me tell you why you need to turn around and leave this to me."[/color]