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[color=ea834e]"If that won't be too much trouble, then I can wait."[/color] Grask wasn't about to turn down fresh food. His eyes ran over the recently slain beasts. They did in fact look rather tasty, there was clearly a fine hunter or two out this way. He could wait a bit longer for a boar to be butchered and plated fresh off the bone. He'd be here overnight, it wasn't like he was going anywhere until sunrise. He turned around, back to the bar, and patiently waited. He shut his eyes and let the tension in the back of his scales ease. It was a long road ahead, still, but it would be worth it when he was back in the study. A set of outlandish implements pouring over that Cloudsteel, notes in his hand with the candles burning... A perfect night for him to get back to after this trip, all things considered.

[quote=Who the devil are you?][color=B21A4D]”You think I want a [i]foursome[/i]? With [i]you[/i], and her, and–”[/color][/quote]

Gods, this was quite the lively bar. Grask wasn't one for gossip, but this man across from him just reeked of ego from the bits of conversation he was picking up.


[quote=The audacity...][color=plum]“Somebody should walk you home. For your own safety,”[/color][/quote]

His head screwed around to him. Blonde, fancy, armor. The charisma of the wild boar being slated for butchery this very moment, clearly possessed of all the wits of a horse fly. Grask immediately didn't like him, leering at two women in a bar, late at night, when at least one of them was a few mugs deep. A certain expression crossed his face that human bone structure couldn't manage. That was his unimpressed face.

He sighed, and just let it be. There was no need to jump on him. Not Grask's place, not Grask's business. Not-

[i]Hrrk.[/i]

One of those two women just cast a black dragon breath weapon on the lecherous little shit's footwear. Karma's a bitch. One of them found it pretty damn amusing, and honestly, so did he. She just happened to be the one wearing a weapon. He radiated a city boy vibe, and as another city boy, Grask felt secondhand embarrassment. They were looking right through his insistence that they follow him out into the cold. And he wasn't in the mood for this shit tonight.

And so, Grask rested his arm on Ransom's left shoulder, [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/019bb591-8df0-77bc-85f9-61608460fade.webp]showing off a rather high tech looking piece of armor.[/url] They were about the same height, but Grask leaned on him a little and pressed himself upwards.

[color=ea834e]"A word of advice, from one obvious outsider to another,"[/color] Grask warned. [color=ea834e]"They know you're up to something. I can tell, and I'm barely paying attention to you or them. If you can't get a woman to follow you somewhere, when she's too drunk to make her own decisions, you definitely won't when she's sober."[/color]

All he wanted was a damn drink and some damn food.

[color=ea834e]"Oh, and your pickup lines are embarrassing."[/color]