[center][i][color=ed1c24]Blade[/color][/i]

Location: The Rum House

Interacting With:
Tonic[@Almalthia]
Mr. T[@Sewer Rat][/center]

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Eric harrumphed, staring down into the bowl of pretzels with a hungry look in his eyes. He wondered if the bar did serve food, and these pretzels were just a ploy to make him more thirsty. At this point, however, he couldn't care less, she could've slid a four course meal to him and he'd probably have been just as happy.
[color=ed1c24]"Pretzel's will do I s'pose"[/color] He murmured, picking at them as the bartender  very [i]calmly[/i] escorted a smoker from the bar. 

When the topic of handing his swords over came up, Eric raised an eyebrow. To be quite honest, he'd forgotten he even had them, but the balls on the bartender to ask a man with sleeves doused in blood carrying two swords was quite impressive. He thought to himself for a second, considering refusing if only to see what would happen.

Nah, not worth it.

He removed them from his harness, planting them on the bar top and pointing at the sheathed adamantium blade as he did.
[color=ed1c24]"Keep good care of that one. Worth more than this city, let alone this pub. Any chance you'll tell me what this [i]other[/i] condition is?"[/color] He half-joked, digging into his pocket, opening his wallet and planting a five dollar bill on the table.
[color=ed1c24]"Don't like opening debts i'm afraid."[/color] he spoke, in response to opening a tab.