[center][hr][hr][h1][b][color=9e005d]Constantin Kolev[/color][/b][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/7abab444934e1f8f30e883bdad0f71a0/tumblr_nrisnnDhEA1rmcs4lo6_500.gif[/img]
[hr][b][color=9e005d]Location:[/color][/b] Port Annan(Docks)->Port Annan(Inn)
[b][color=9e005d]Skills:[/color][/b] Tretiy Glaz(passive), Fal'shbort(passive),Perception(General)[hr][/center]

	Sure enough, as soon as Constantin made his way into the inn, the first thing he heard was Vlad booming voice, that filled his ears and made them almost hurt, mostly because he was really close and the stuff being spoken wasn't of amusement. The firewalker just sighed as he entered deeper into the inn, slightly unamused at hte jab of him not liking the fishes and chips. There was a reason for it and that boiled down to there was no way to ensure the fish used was actually fresh. And the people using the fish had no way to ensure the guys who sold it, actually gave it fresh.

	Anyway, the discussion about fishes aside, he threw a quickl look about the place. It was a place like any other, people were just eating and drinking their worries away. As far as he could spot, there was nothing big of interest going on, except maybe the woman who had arrived with them on the ship, she appeared to have been speaking with the man whom Vlad was now really Vladly speaking with. Constantin thus returned his attention to Vlad and his ongoing quest to be outspoken, loud and Russian anyways he goes.

	[color=9e005d]"Don't mind me, I'm just the guy with no tolerance for fishies today."[/color] Constantin shrugged his shoulders as he made his way to Vlad.[color=9e005d]" A good meal is important, but Great Bazhooli, ve are short on time. Ve should stop dallying, get the food, eat it and head off, no? Veta's still out there and despite all, I'm groving increasingly vorried."[/color] He reminded.