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Balazar recoils a bit from Lucia's tirade. I... I'm sorry. I was still a bit angry. The goblins... I suppose that if they weren't raised the way they were, they could turn out better. As for demons... He laughs, though notably it does not sound as cheerful or enthusiastic as the deep boom from earlier. Well, my mentor told me of a place far to the north, where demons spill forth from the Abyss and bring ruin to all of the surrounding lands. A spreading blight on the world. He called it the Worldwound. Needless to say, I do not hold my ancestors from the other side in very high regard.

Goblins, eh? Don't they worship Lamashtu? It was one of her unholy symbols I just crushed. Don't think they'd be too keen on that. Balazar idly twirls a twig between his left hand's seven fingers. He then says a few words in a tongue that sounds like it doesn't belong in such a boisterous and friendly man's throat.

Balazar turns to the tattooed man. I make it a point to not drink more than a mug's worth of ale. I have no idea what I'd end up doing if I drank any more.

When I feel angry, I get the urge to break things. It calms me down. Better a symbol of an unholy monster than someone's bones.

Balazar's ridiculously huge smile is replaced with a look of absolute confusion. You... what? Demons are horrible monsters, not from our world, that destroy everything in their path. Balazar is getting noticeably angrier. If I ever found out which of my ancestors thought consorting with demons was a good idea, I'll— He catches himself and quickly pulls a small glass sculpture of a jackal head from a pouch at his waist. Without much fanfare, he swiftly forms a fist around it. When he opens his hand, sparkling dust falls to the ground. Sorry, I can get angry easily.

I can't say that I do. Also, er, I don't speak... whatever language that was you started with. I only know Common, and enough Abyssal to tell any demon I might meet to smash their head into a wall.

Balazar laughs, a cheerful boom that strains the ears. It means that he liked how I did and expects me to keep doing well, even without standing over my shoulder.

I've been in Magnimar, training to be a champion of Ragathiel. I've returned home after five years, with my mentor's blessing.

I was born right here in Sandpoint. I've just been away for a few years.

Sorry guys, I got kicked off my computer. That's what I get for eating Mom's smoothie ingredients. Derp!

Balazar notices the masked man enter the tavern and his grin somehow gets even wider. Greetings! You don't need to wear a mask. We're friends here, we have nothing to hide! I mean, look at me! He raises his left hand when gesturing to himself— it has seven digits, two of them opposing thumbs. I was born looking like a freak, and I never let it bother me! The boisterous tiefling's smile never falters for a moment.

Balazar's preposterously large grin is slowly replaced by a frown. Nualia's dead? That's a shame... I was just surprised that I didn't see her. She stuck out, and in a good way. Unlike me, who, well... He idly strokes his horns. I never really talked much with her, but she seemed like a nice enough sort of girl.

A bit belatedly, he notices that his words have caused an uneasy silence in the Rusty Dragon. His grin returns. But let us not dwell overlong on the past! I have returned home after five years of training to be a champion of Ragathiel. He shows a hand-carved wooden holy symbol on his neck, depicting a feathery wing crossed with a sword. Judging from this symbol that my mentor gave me, I'd say I succeeded.

I thought it was Lu-Si-Uh. I'm American as well.

Balazar looks around at the other guests. Er... Mister barkeeper? Please tell me this isn't the start of a bad "walk into a bar" joke. I had my fill of those on the way here. He turns back to Lucia. Say, have you seen an aasimar girl around here lately? She lived in Sandpoint when I left, and I haven't seen her.

RP begin!

A huge tiefling man bursts in the door of the Rusty Dragon. His eyes are glowing yellow and he has horns curling down past his chin. A spiked shield is hung over his back, and he has thick armor.

He also has a gigantic grin on his face.

Good day to all! At the very least, I hope it is a good day! The people around Sandpoint seem a bit more somber than I remember, but it is still home! He sits down next to the woman in the white dress. Psst! Lucia! Hello! I don't think I've seen you before. Did you come here recently? Meaning, in the past five years? I've been away from home for a while. He extends a hand to shake. My name's Balazar. I was born here.

Balazar Orgin, LG tiefling paladin (pitborn, warrior of the holy light) 1 (player: Voyd211, yeah I changed my mind)