[center][h2][color=green][b]Fae Luhenuet[/b][/color][/h2][/center]

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Despite the fists and furniture flying all around him, Fae continued to strum his lute, his eyes dancing across the brawl without a care in the world. A small grin tugged at his lips as he artfully weaved in and out of the chaos, never once missing a note despite his exaggerated movements. Part of him knew that he was likely only exacerbating the fight with his antics, but it was simply too difficult for the imp to pass up an opportunity to test his reflexes. After all, one misstep and his pretty face could end up terribly worse for wear.

For some reason, that thought caused his little grin to widen to a full blown smile.

A small gale tore through the crowd, causing even Fae to pause after nearly losing his footing from its sheer force. There was a beautiful moment where time seemed to freeze in the crowd for a split second as the crowd processed the event as one. It passed all too quickly as the sound of another punch connecting rang out from somewhere and within moments the fighting was even worse than when it started. Fae could only laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all and once more began strumming along to the rhythm of the madness.  

Fae’s little jig through the fighting took him clear to the other side of the table area, but before he could relax he caught sight of some movement out of the corner of his eye that caused him to quickly duck. Just in time too, as a chair went sailing carelessly over him, smashing into pieces across the nicely framed back of a Midlander. A small huff of surprise escaped the Elezean as he realized just how close he had come to redecorating his face with wood chips, but he had little time to dwell on the feeling as the enraged Midlander hopped over the railing next to him.

With a flash of steel and some rather angry words, the brunette quickly made sure everyone know just how upset he was about the current state of things. And funny enough, the mob actually seemed to care, seeing how a majority of them quieted down and slowly ceased hitting one another.

Fascination lit up Fae’s eyes, as he wondered how much of a big shot this man had to be to strike genuine fear into such a volatile crowd. Judging by his full plate armor and the stance that said he knew exactly how to use the pointy end of his sword, it seemed reasonable to assume he must be a renowned adventurer given the location. No, that didn’t seem quite right. His crude manner of speech was better suited to one of Ul’dah’s gladiators.

Fae couldn’t help but smile at his own hesitation. There was a much quicker way to get the answer he was looking for.

With the grace of an acrobat, Fae slid over to the man glaring daggers at the crowd in front of him and went to sling an arm over his angry friend’s shoulders.

[color=green]“Heya bud,”[/color] Fae practically sang, his voice ringing with an amiable sincerity. [color=green]“Do forgive the lads, I’m sure they didn’t mean to ruffle ya pretty feathers.”[/color]

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