Percival stands, activates his Beetle focus, and cast Shillelagh on his club.
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I ate my rat friend during the voyage on the ship...
Percival joins in with Kyles provocative licking.
You can call me Percival... For that is my name. Percival looks quizzically at Cíñdrâ.
Percival sticks his slimy finger into the ground and pulls out a worm like thing and then places it on Kyles hand. He then takes a step back and says. Thats a Suckius u Bloodieous or in common tongue... A leech.
I can t-too... Percival meakly raises his arm.
Percival shifts in his place, uncomfortably. Well, are w-we leaving soon?
Oh... um Zakain... you may have felt rain earlier... well... you see... it wasn't...
He takes the map nervously. Uhh... Y-yes it appears that if we take the simplistic r-route we will probably end up like the others. T-the easy way isn't always the r-right way in my experience. He hands the map back, now noticeably covered in a slimy residue where his fingers have touched.
To Vera's surprise, Percival had already been their waiting. He did not seem eager to go, but he was there none the less. His original nervous attitude had found him again. Um... H-hello Vera...
Percival extends his hand to shake Vera's. Vera notices however, that Percival's hand is very clammy; slimy even. Percival then looks to the barkeep. I'll take another whiskey and it seems that Kyle guy bought me a room already. Percival spreads 10 gold pieces on the counter. In case I don't come back from that forest, If I do... then this should cover my tab for a little while. He then looks to the remaining group. I will see you tomorrow then... Percival then downs the whiskey and heads upstairs.
The names Percival, Percival Worthum.
Percival downs the shot as if he has done it a thousand times before. He then motions the barkeep over for another. When received and the tussle begins, he without looking at the situation. Speaks up. Ya mind keeping your pussy in your pants, some people are trying to enjoy their possibly last drinks... His nervous attitude now gone as if never there, Percival turns on the man who so rudely interrupted Mr. Touch's conversation and while delivering a cestus to the mans temple, downs his shot.
Percival walks into the inn with nervous glances at all the other patrons. Gutter life seemed much more pleasing as the minutes strolled by. He stayed up at the bar. Nervously he ordered a whiskey. Hoping it would bring some comfort.
A man walks from the ship down the docks. He wears a heavy coat and has a somber expression. His oily skin and hair shine from the ambient light. Well...
Meh good enough
dot... its Evan |