[table][row][right][color=0072bc][h3][b]Einar[/b][/h3][/color]Garleton  ||  Lothian Empire: Tavern  ||  Noon[/right][/row][cell][b]"Bullshit!"[/b]

A cry of agitation erupted from one of the larger tables, overpowering the cacophony of laughter, jeers, and shouts that echoed from one of the larger tables with the men and women that were crowded about, exchanging their bets with one another as the sound of jingling filled the room. The loser of this game, a bristly man who looked to be in his mid-thirties with his arms as thick as trees and a gut that one could assume was carrying gallons upon gallons of mead glared at his opponent, clenching his fist tightly as it slowly began to turn an ivory color.

Across from him was a much younger lad, couldn't of been anything but in his early twenties with a much smoother looking face with an angular jaw, though it was blemished with a bit of muck and the occasional cut or two. There was nothing that stood out about his outfit, not the straps, the sheathes, or the leather padding he had, marking him as a mercenary; the only thing that was different was the short black cloak he bore, with the insignia of a birds eye an plumage.

The younger man casually receded into his chair stretching his arms outward, pretending to ignore the mans angry screeches, grinning as he stared at the results, tipping further back into the chair until he nearly nicked one of the tavern wenches that were hustling to deliver some saps food before he swiftly caused his chair to crash back down, averting getting his hair wet will ale.

Placing an elbow down and leaning onto the table, the man rested his cheek on the back of his hand as he conceitedly raised an eyebrow and extended his other arm outward an gestured to his opponent, only to retract it instantly back, narrowly avoiding a knife as his payment.

[color=0072bc]"Oy, what the hell d'ya think you're doing,"[/color] he said, lacking any hints of anger, but rather sounded bored; his tone was mocking and his rolling gray-blue eyes only served to emphasize that. They also seemed to provoke his opponent as well.

[b]"I'm givin' ya yer propah payment ya cheeky rat-ass bastid,"[/b] the man growled, leveraging a thick, accusatory finger at the boy, shaking it constantly, [b]"you defa'ly cheated meh, I jus' know it! There's naw way you could've wan' this much!"[/b] The mans rabid replies fell on deaf ears as the man huffed, twirling his own finger around before pointing to a couple of people, announcing the names [color=0072bc]"Helane, Levon, Ulfric, and a couple'a more I can't remember, you all've beaten me before."[/color]

A couple of nods occured from the people he directed his own slender finger at, cementing his own argument in place as he shrugged with a self-assured frown, feigning any sort of displeasure he might of held for the man. [color=0072bc]"Along with that, everyone was watchin' me play, and [i]none[/i] of em' have claimed I'm a cheat, so, Faust, what I want is the money [i]I[/i] won, so fork it over."[/color]

The man slowly began to rise, hands trembling as he clenched at the splintered edges of the table, appearing ready to spring over and wring out his neck like a mother wringing out a dish cloth. However, some of his friends whispered and chattered over the other people gathered around the table, murmuring amongst themselves. Finally, a decent sum of gold was tossed across the table and the younger man swooped in and swiftly snatched up all of the pieces he rightfully owned as of now.

[b]"Ya limp-dicked bastid', betcha' had t'cheat and steal th'Ravencrests hard earned gold, yea,"

them Ravencrests kicked ya out because of ya havin' to pinch em' out of any gold they had ya lil' parasite,"[/b] he guffawed, wheezing with a yellow smile, doing his best to take digs at the younger man who was just ignoring him right about now. This seemed to agitate the man who rose up, taunting the boy more and more as he marched on over, [b]"Probleh kicked ya out because ya havin' t'pinch em' out of aneh gold they had ya lil' parasite! Betcha' that sword is nothin' but show too!"[/b]

Once the man had collected all of his coin, he packed it into a safe place, wincing as his nose wrinkled, lips frowning in the face of this adversity. [color=0072bc]"Well Faust, outside of that all being nothing but horseshit you're spouting, I will say that I left the Ravencrests for the same reason that you're causing me to leave this tavern,"[/color] the man waved his hand, rolling his eyes as he turned his back on the man and began walking away.

[b]"Awhu, why iwsh daaat widdle boooyeee,"[/b] he could hear the tone of mockery in his voice, visualizing the smiling kissy face Faust was making as his former opponent spoke obnoxiously. However, all he could do was smirk at Faust's languid attempts to rile him up.

[color=0072bc]"Because I need a breath of fresh air,"[/color] he waved his hand, fanning his face as if he had caught his opponents stench. There was a roar behind him, followed by the sound of scrambling and the yelling of the barkeeper to cease this fighting or he would get some of the soldiers to handle it for him. Above that all, however, was the young mans confident smile as he held up an arm behind him and waved to the group of mercenaries, [color=0072bc]"I'll seeya fellas later tonight for another round!"[/color]

And just like that, he was out the door, passing by other people, citizens, mercenaries, and conscripts alike, taking in a deep breath of fresh air before wickedly laughing to himself as he shook his head and leaned on the side of the inn. [color=0072bc]"Suckers,"[/color] he muttered as he began to survey the area, discerning and filing who was new, who was old, and who looked easy enough to cheat out of their coin, as well as musing on some rather important subjects.

[color=0072bc][i]"Maybe I should upgrade my armor, but then again I did see nice looking charms that peddler was selling the other day..."[/i][/color][/cell][cell][img]https://i.postimg.cc/FHvr0y5G/untitled3.png[/img]
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Status: [color=lawngreen]Feelin' Lucky[/color]
[/center][u]Class	  [/u]
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[u]Inventory    [/u]
Iron Sword
Vulnerary

[u]Experience [/u]
0/0

[u]Stats	   [/u]
END:	D
STR:	D
MAG:	C
DEX:	C
SPD:	D
DEF:	E
RES:	E
LCK:	E[/cell][/table]