[center][color=6ecff6][h3]G A B R I E L[/h3][/color][/center]
[i]Bavlorna-what now?[/i] a confused Gabriel shook his head, taking a moment to rub the center of his temples with one hand and the other he looked at for a brief moment enough to notice his hands were shaking. [i]Oh by Corellon's blade...[/i] the half elves expression turned from confusion to embarrassment, realizing he made a fool of himself all for a drop of alcohol.

"[color=fff79a]Why do you ask?[/color]" he'd blanked out for a brief moment mising a bit of what the old woman had said, peering back up at her wrinkled face looking at him with curiosity "[color=6ecff6]I'd be lying if I said noble intentions,[/color]" Gabe told her, his tone somewhat melancholy but he breathed a sigh and offered her an apologetic smile "[color=6ecff6]My inhibitions often get the better of my judgment my fair lady, and drink is just that.[/color]"

Sometimes he needed to forget the past, his life as a gutter rat, having to fight for even a morsel of food.

Sometimes he just wanted to forget it all, it was the reason he left Waterdeep and put so much distance between himself and the place he grew up but sometimes the memories were too much to ignore.

Sometimes numbing the memories were all he could do to keep the nightmares of his childhood at bay. Sometimes no matter how much he strived to live a better life, his past always haunts him.

"[color=6ecff6]I'm a bit too fond of the finer things you see, things that were a rarity in my youth.[/color]" Gabriel chuckled, his smile returning to him as he offered a hand to the innkeeper "[color=6ecff6]Gabriel, man of the sword and duelist by trade.[/color]"