[center][h3][color=9e0b0f][ K R I N ][/color][/h3]
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Frustration reaching its fever peak, the grizzled old warrior rubbed the sides of his head with both his calloused hands when the woman asked him for a drink, a vein in his neck was throbbing as he looked up at the lady but stopped short of giving the lass any guff, instead he did something uncharacteristic.

He bellowed a hearty laugh, the anger and frustration leaving him in that moment. As a man who had years of drinking experience he knew the look of someone who just drank the stuff what went down rough " [color=9e0b0f]Bourbon and whisky too much for you lady?[/color]" snorted the warrior as he stood, he had nothing better to do might as well do what the gods seemed to be pushing him towards.

So, he climbed over the counter like he climbed over the corpses of those felled by his hand and rummaged around neath the counter til he found an apron and a bottle of what looked like cheap wine. "[color=9e0b0f]You know kid, in my time wandering the world I've gotten pretty good at spotting a shifty character. Not that I care where your gold is from, I've done my fair share of heists back in my day.[/color]" Krin tied the apron to his front and settled his greatsword against the counter, leaning over and handing Ophelia the bottle and a glass with a sly smile.

"[color=9e0b0f]I don't even work here kid, seems though that maybe this old warrior is destined to be a barkeep though. And whose to fight destiny eh?[/color]" honestly he was just giving in to the charade at this point, it could be fun so he'd keep up with it before anyone noticed.