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Baldur

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"Ad Vitam" was what it was called. The name had escaped Baldur on his initial arrival, but he recognized the building's exterior and the din within quite quickly. He silently stepped inside, and took a moment to take in the sights and sounds of the tavern: The clanging of metal steins, the merry music, the spots of wrestling amidst hollering crowds, the raucous chatter of the drunk and belligerent....here was a familiar locale. He felt a twinge of nostalgia, as he was reminded of the many war camps he had been in, filled with similar noise and chaos.

Baldur gave a tiny smirk under his hat as he sweeped his gaze across the room. There was the young woman and her two affectionate spirits, standing beside him. And over there was the swift young man, who was soon elsewhere in the blink of an eye. He was showcasing the speed he displayed in the tower, earlier in the day, much to Baldur's interest. His eyes followed him as he zipped from table to table, waiting tables and serving meals and drinks whilst dodging oncoming projectiles. An animal companion followed his lead with a similar speed...the boy's Spirit, no doubt. Watching the two move almost in sync was a sight to behold to Baldur, and his smirk grew in size.

"Impressive...." He muttered to himself audibly. "Very impressive...."

Momentarily, however, his interest turned to finding a place to rest his tired legs. He had been walking the entire day, and the time had come for a bit of reprieve. He gave social faux pas and common courtesy little heed, simply eyeing whichever closest table had an empty chair and walking over to have a seat. Now off his feet, Baldur continued to watch the boy run and wait tables, drumming his fingers upon his own. These men throwing balls at the lad....was this some sort of game? It clearly meant little to the young man, as he dodged each ball thrown with ease.

A flicker of competitive spirit flared up within, and Baldur felt the need to test his own skill against the boy's agility. Feeling an errant ball bump against his foot on the floor, he silently reached down and scooped it up with his hand. He waited, and watched carefully....both at where the boy was, and where he was going to be. He bided his time until, he felt, was just the right moment. The second he thought he saw an ideal opening, in an instant, he swiftly reared his arm back, aimed, and let the ball fly.
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