[b]Edon Wolf
Broken Keg Tavern
Dalenham, Ethora[/b]


"I am not asking for [i]handouts[/i]," Edon snapped after hearing Varian's jest.  He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw, taking a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts.  It seemed like he had something more to say, however, instead he took a breath and let it out in a soft huff.  He seemed to be considering his next action carefully.

"Thank you," he said, his voice formal.  Edon was not a man to mumble his words nor was he without manners.

Having visibly come to a decision, he stepped around to one of the seats at the table and stiffly took a seat.  Unless stopped, he would reach for one of the pouches of silver and slip it into a pocket without counting its contents.