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[color=lightgray]Aldrick gritted his teeth, golden eyes narrowing towards the pirate. He felt the way the man’s armed slithered down his back with the grace of a proper charlatan, knowing well that the man had likely spotted the bump in his pants pocket. It was a game the bard had played many times before, a rather common occurrence in the taverns of the Lunarian capitol. 

He let the silence hang between them a moment before reaching into his pocket, retrieving a few coins before shoving them into one of Claret’s hands. [color=6A0891]“Let me save y’ the trouble,”[/color] he spoke in a tone of venom, one that was very unfamiliar to him yet flowed as smooth as wine. For a moment, Aldrick debated letting the issue lie. He’d let many men go without consequence for greater offenses than [i]attempted theft.[/i]

But Claret seemed more than a common thief. He was a man with experience, but a man who carried himself with a [i]particularly annoying[/i] air of importance.

A man who needed to be taught that not everyone would be an easy target. 

In a second, the bard shot up from his chair and closed the little distance that remained between them, his dominant hand planting flat against the pirate’s chest. With a smooth but intentional movement, he shoved the pirate back against the wall and held him there. His glare towards the pirate never faltered, even as his chair clattered behind him.

Aldrick’s normally warm and welcoming demeanor now mimicked the devil of his outward appearance, golden eyes now fiery though his voice was ice. [color=6A0891]“It seems we’ve a misunderstandin’ here.”[/color] Aldrick was close enough to feel the warmth of Claret’s breath on his face, his head tilting slightly up to meet the pirate’s gaze, [color=6A0891]“Despite what you might be believin’, the favoured bard y’ find standin’ before ya is also a guest of this here establishment.”[/color]

[color=6A0891]“And I’m not terribly fond of bein’ woken from my sleep, handled like ‘n animal, and havin’ my coin taken from me.”[/color]

Aldrick lowered his hand from the man’s chest, taking a step back. He sent Claret a poisonous smile before nodding his head ever so slightly.

[color=6A0891][i]“Now be a good lad, and fetch us some drink.”[/i][/color]
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