[center][h1][color=0054a6]Tristan the Unworthy Knight[/color][/h1][/center]
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[@Shadow Dragon][@Tuxxle 77][@HokumPocus][@Mataus]

	Tristan looked to the serving girl as the plainsmen and his crew simply left the inn. "[color=0054a6]That solves that. I'd better turn in. It's getting late. I suppose I'll see you tomor-[/color]" And, of course, there was already another fight breaking out between...was that a bear? And the tiefling who had entered earlier. The bear quickly moved towards the serving girl, but before it could reach her, the tiefling tried to distract it. Tristan cursed, looking towards the holy warrior. "[color=0054a6]Looks like another fight breaks out just as one is defused. I'm Tristan. It appears our skills our needed once more.[/color]" Tristan realized with a sense of realization and disappointment that tonight would not be a night of much sleep. He could only look forward to the morning and the tour of Anvil.