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Don snorts loudly and looks at Trace. "In this world we live in. Their are good people and their are bad people. The bad people are bad to the good people. And the good people rely on others to enforce laws and restrictions on the bad people... Doesn't that sound one sided? Good people get taken advantage of, bad people just don't need to get caught. Being flexible with your morals is way easier... and more lucrative. Hahaha!"
"Not the type of clean I was referring too. I meant morally clean." Don took another long swig of his mead as their laughter didn't seem to phase him.
"Not the type of clean I was referring too. I meant morally clean." Don took another long swig of his mead as their laughter didn't seem to phase him.
"And what do you know of normality? You clearly aren't of the same race as this guy." Don gives a lazy thumb point to Akari. "Your too clean... Like that of a finely polished silver piece... If you want to live long in this world, you need to get dirty.
Don looks quizzically at Gabriel. "The only news I care about is if the taverns out of mead or if the brothel is running any deals for lady favors! Hahaha!"
"Akari, I'll let you in on a little trade secret." Don leans towards Akari. The stench from the orc along with his cigar's smoke billowing from his mouth as he breathed was all but pleasant. "I'd... GO TO A DIFFERENT BAR!!! HAHAHAHA!!!" Don boastfully yelled out, giving Akari a slap on the back that no doubt would have cracked a rib if not for his armor. He rears back and takes a draw from his cigar and then drinks deeply from his jug of mead without removing the cigar from his crooked toothed mouth. He clearly mastered the art of drinking and smoking at the same time as after he gets done drinking puffs out the smoke from his lungs towards the tavern ceiling.
A rather fat and short orc, bursts into the tavern. Causing one of the other patrons in said bar to spill his ale at the orcs feet. He stares down at his feet... Or what he could see of them and then his eyes dart up to the patrons mug. He grabs it from the man and chugs the remaining contents. He belches loudly! "No thank you, I'm skipping baths this month!" the orc almost shouts at the man as he hands the mug forcefully back. The orc then pushes past the man to the bar and orders a gallon of mead. He sports short cropped hair and eyepatch, neat yet ruddy looking; he wears a breastplate with a extra iron plate haphazardly fitted about his stomach (for obvious reasons) and carries a rather beautiful looking cutlass that clashes with his overall rough and tough appearance. He smokes a cigar as he waits for the barkeep to finish pouring/finding a jug big enough for the orc. "Ah! Finally found one Don!" the barkeep says as he holds up a large clay jug. "Aye, I see... good job... NOW POUR THE DAMN MEAD! Don yells, clearly impatient with the barkeeps lack of preparation. |
