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[b][color=662d91]Interacting with:[/color][/b] Jack, Fauve
[b][color=662d91]Mentions:[/color][/b] [@Valkon] [@Candy][/center][hr]As Gabriel waited for time to pass by, more and more interesting people popped up. There was the elf who entered; while the elf didn't exactly do or say anything special, just the mere sight of one got Gabriel all riled up. First it was a Myti, and now an elf? This tavern was attracting all sorts of people, it would seem. Gabriel wondered what these people were doing here and why. Nadska wasn't exactly a town known for... well, anything really. He was only here because he needed a place to stay for the night before moving on. He even thought that he might get lucky and get some information, but no such thing happened and all he got was another potential job once everything was sorted out - whenever that may be.

Next up was someone he really couldn't put a name to. You see, while he could put it off and say that he was human, somewhere inside him doubted that. He didn't even get to a conclusion to that as not even a second later, he felt a very familiar pull from the man's gauntlets. These were no normal gauntlets, that was for sure considering the appearance of it, but it was certianly something else. Something different from normal enchanted ones. Was it even enchanted or was there something else powering that thing? Something about him did give Gabriel second thoughts about approaching the guy. Maybe it was because he seemed a little asocial? 

Before he could even move to finally talk with the man about his gauntlets, someone else beat him to it. A woman sauntered in, took a seat, bought some drinks and then began speaking with the man. Wow, where cna he get confidence like that? Gabriel finally stood up after that, but then noticed someone... no, rather something else enter. A magical construct. Gabriel could spot one immediately in a crowd because of how used to them he was. They were the kinds of things that flew out of the shelves once they were put on trade, something his father used to dabble in before Micah ultimately put a stop in what she personally sees as slavery. Up to now, Gabriel still wasn't sure whether or not that was such a good idea.

Nevertheless, he gave the construct a small wave of his hand and a smile.

Proceeding, finally, to the rough man and the confident woman, he took a seat beside them and waved the bartender another round. [b][color=662d91]"I'm just plain curious where you got them. They're unlike anything I've ever seen, and I'm in the business of collecting magical items."[/color][/b] He said after he got his drink and then taking a swig from it. His tone was particularly excitable with curiosity mixed in, but it seems that the man's general aura kept him from grabbing his hands and examining it. Raising his hand slightly, he continued. [b][color=662d91]"Sorry for the sudden entrance, really, I'm just curious."[/color][/b]
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