[color=662d91][h1] [center]Micah Aarseth [/center] [/h1][/color]

Micah was enjoying a old tomb, inside of this book was ancient words and symbols lost in time. Even though the local bar would not be a ideal place to read, he found the noise to be quite relaxing. Recently he had become the village's wizard, after the last one frozen to death trying to preserve a sandwich. The spell caster had a glass of water with a single lemon inside the glass, a request that got a strange look form the bartender. 

Keeping to himself while reading, he didn't really want to cause any trouble. While he was reading he was kicking his legs back and forth, gently tapping against the booth he was seated in. After a while he wished to refill his glass of water, picking up his glass and walking over towards the barkeep. While he made his way he was knocked over by a drunken human, "Hi watch where ya goin" The man was glaring at him. 

"We meant no offence, we are sorry for bumping into you" Micah responded slowly standing up, "You own me some mead" The human was pointing to his wet shirt and the knocked over glass on the floor. "We will pay for your mead, and we will not bother you further" Micah responded wanting to not get into trouble. But before he knew it he was being gripped by his robes and being lifted in the air. "You own me also for the shirt, and your gonna give me all your gold" It seemed this human was looking for a fight, and Micah hoped their was someone who could help him.