>>"Ionstraim de Chogaidh is my given name."<<
>>good to meet you. I'm awny. There are more ways to get pleasure then beating the crap out of pepole, you know that, right?<<
>>"Do you know what Ionstraim de Chogaidh means?"<<
It asks simply.
>>not really.<<
>>"It means 'Instrument of War' in the common tongue. I do not want but for the thrill of battle."<<
It uses an oddly well mannered voice for saying things pike that. It makes for an odd combination.
>> I'm pritty sure i can change your mind.<<
>>"And how would that be?"<<
>>i have a spell that allows one to share the sensations of others...<<
>>"And what do you propose we do with said spell?"<<
>>do you want to know why they enjoy sex so much?<<
>>"I suppose knowing about their obsession could be beneficial." <<
>>good. Next time, witch, believe me, there will be a next time, you can see why they enjoy it,<<
The door to the establishment opened slowly to reveal a particularly strange duo. There stood a towering goliath who had just pushed the door open as gently as possible, as if he was afraid of breaking the portal, as well as a somewhat portly looking halfling with straw colored hair. The halfling was holding a worn looking quarterstaff in one hand and the massive finger of his companion in his other, and the pair looked almost comical with the halfling being less than half his companions size. Both of them were clad in somewhat worn but functional looking leather armor, and the halfling had a beautiful buckler on the arm that held his companions hand, gold and silver filigree adorning the tiny with an beautiful apple that had tree growing out of it. The goliath careful ducked his massive bulk through the door frame while the halfling walked nimbly beneath the creature with a smile on his face as the duo stepped into the room and looked about for a place to sit for a meal.
As the strange duo enter the room, Soroden looks up from his beer and notes the pair, "That's not something you see everyday, big and small like that."
"Indeed not. An interesting duo."
>>"I wait with bated breath."<<
It intones sarcastically.
Roy gives a polite nod to the two entering the bar.
With a hand gesture he indicates the pair of seats at their table.
The goliath slowly walks over to the bar and sits down with the halfling. He gestures at the bartender for a drink. Ox gives The small man on Roy's shoulder a strange look, he looks back to lem with a questioning look in his eye.
Soroden goes up to the bar to get another beer, only twitching slightly as he does so, almost more like a tic than a spasm.
"Barkeep! Beer please!"
"Well hello there, what do you call yourselves"
The big man gives Clifford a quick glance. And gestures to lem.
Lem climbs up on his chair and smiles at the strangers, his hands moving in a quick and intricate gesture at the group.
He then holds out his extended hand towards the closest member of the group he's seated near, as if offering a handshake.
Leyli holds out a hand, and readies a spell just in case.
"Nice to meet you. Best place to eat in town. You've got a good nose."
Cliff asks "touch telepathy? Does the big guy also not talk?"
"Yes and yes."
"Huh, fair enough, so what are your names, I don't want to just keep calling you big guy, and little guy, I'll go first if you wish, I'm Clifford Barton, or Cliff if you prefer" hew tends his hand
Ox gives lem a pat on the back and nods to him smiling broadly.
"Well, as a word of warning, this place can be a little vicious. There are more present things here, but overall, you need to watch your back."
Ox raises his hand to the hilt of the enormous sword adorning his back and mutters something under his breath in an unknown tongue. (unless you speak Gol-kaa)
"That's a BIG knife!"
"Nice."
He picks up what looks to be a silver basket ball mounted to a walking stick.
"Would ya like ta compare?"
With a flick of the wrist, two inch spikes eject from the surface all around the ball.
Ox calms down a little and lowers his hand but is now painfully aware of his surroundings and ready to strike anyone who threatens him or Lem.
"Boys, lets not be so competitive over the size of our respective weapons"
"I don't know... I might want to see them."
"But I haven't taken out mine yet... wait, nevermind." With that, Soroden takes his hand out from under his cloak (where he had slipped it as soon as things started getting all manly-man) slowly so it could not be mistaken as any sort of attack, his hand shaking slightly.
Lem laughed silently at the exchange and beamed at the table, his green eyes dancing mirthfully.
"I don't know... I might want to see them."
he snorts smiling "that's not the weapons I was talking about and you know it."
"Hey. Len wants to talk to you guys, touch his hand."
Soroden walks over to Ox and Lem and offers his hand to the halfling as a gesture of greeting.
Mordecae has watched the scene quietly from his new perch atop the bar. Crow sits next to him nibbling a piece of raw meat.
cliff touches the halfling's hand, and repeats his introduction.
Lem withdraws his hand from Leyli's with a flourish and wink before turning to Soroden and accepting his hand with an even brighter smile than he was wearing before. He take his other hand and leans his staff against the table before taking Cliff's hand as well, with an equally dazzling smile.
"Oh, I'm Leyli. My apologies."
she sits back, and enjoys the beer.
You couldn't really call him jumpy. He is totally at ease and you can easily tell that he is in his element in the crowded bar.
He simply likes pointy things.
He offers his hand. He would've before but he is directly across the table from the newcomers.
"Roy." He says with a smile and a nod.
Lem matter of factly and deftly slips his hand through Cliff's so the man is touching his arm and offers the open hand to Roy with a inviting nod.