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Leans close to the burly fella...

Eh! Aye's ain't the fastest dog, an' aye ain't tellin' ya how to paddle yer canoe, but...ah tink dat little ting coulda be a spy. Keep your lips right, 'round her. She's awfully eary, knowhuddamean?

winks

"Then everything is perfectly safe as I don't know much of anything. If she wants to listen to me talk I would be glad for the company."

"Sure. And don't worry about the table," mutters Krovak. He then motions to the tray in his hand. "If I feel it necessary, I'll just use the plate."

Sil lifts the tray higher toward Anastasius, struggling slightly under its weight, silently urging him to help himself to a sandwich or two...and quickly.

Krovak takes hold of Sil's tray. "I'll hang onto this while he's talking. I don't want you to waste your time waiting for him."

Sil scurries towad Anastasius and Krovak bearing a platter full of yet more cucumber sandwiches. "Sandwiches, m'lords," she says casting a sideways glance at the now defunct infernal device. "I hope that man from Galt is not too sad about his fireworks."

Krovak nudges Anastasius slightly with his elbow, "I think the nice lady brought sandwiches for you."

"Fireworks." He then stops and to think about something. "Why do you need a building to make fire?"

I'm also plan to go with Performance Artist.

Although I'm not a bard, nor am that charismatic which means I'm looking at +8 bonus for my day job.

I am a fighter though, so I should be relatively good at that even though I can play a happy tune. Though, my low number of skill points, and low intelligence means that I haven't put any skill points anywhere else yet.

I see Krovak suddenly looks interested - is that because there is food or armies involved? Perhaps a little of both.

"Well, I am running out of snacks on my plate. I'll just grab a few more to keep me filled while I listen to your story."

"Oh yeah, he got up. Took him a minute though. His friends were up and fighting with me before he could get off the floor."

Krov has a broad grin while thinking about it. "Fun fight. Can't go to that bar anymore though. It doesn't matter much to me though. They watered down their ale."

"I was at the bar minding my own business, when men at the table decided to cause trouble for me. They kept on lobbing insults at me while I was having a bit of a drink"

"Normally, I just make an angry face at people who insult me and leave it at that, but they decided to insult my mother. I can't stand by when that happens."

"So it pops into my head that when people of importance was insult they would take their glove and slap the jerk with it. In this case though I felt this deserved more than a glove slap. So I just picked up a nearby table and swung it at his head."

Aside to another partygoer...

Ya tink dees Chels can fight? Seem like a bunch of posturin' ta me.
All hen, no c~!~, if ya follow.

While still chewing a bit food the half-orc responds, "Follow what?"

He then takes a swig of wine to wash down the remnants of the food before adding, "Either way, the Chels can certainly fight. I was brawling with them last week. At least I think they were Chels."

"There! Thank you miss." He take the goblet in one hand while holding the edge of the tray with the other.

Ha! Finally found the food. Was afraid that I would go hungry at this party.

*Grabs a tray of hors d'oeuvres and begins just eating them one by one.*

I guess these will do. Now, where did they hide the drinks?