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Zoda finishes off the sour ale he was drinking and places the cup gingerly on the table as if it might fall off with the tilting of the room.

"I think that will be my last drink of the afternoon, I have busssinesss to attend to with Abdur. If you will please excuse me it has been... So pleasant meeting you all," Zoda says to the group at the table. This time not making eye contact but instead looking around as if he had lost something. He pats himself down and feels the unfamiliar pouch of coin in side his robes.

Zoda steps into line but it appears too long, and is moving to slowly, and the bar is right there, and it's not as if he doesn't have any money. So he decides to order himself another ale.

"Tastes horrible but it does the trick," he thinks to himself as he steps back into line with a full mug in his hand.

As the line moves Zoda finishes of the mug and puts it on a nearby table. There are only two people in front of him when he realizes he has no idea what he is going to say and that he still looks like an old drunk. He quickly grabs a spare bow cord and ties his unruly dreadlocks back. As he looks down at his robes he is reminded of the beautiful ones that were stolen from him by Jasmine so many years ago.

"I wish I had spent some money on a decent set before coming here," he thinks as his turn to speak is finally upon him.

"Abdur my good friend," He starts moving his hand to clasp him on the shoulder but stops short and pauses, "You can't act friendly this is for a job, for you destiny, pull yourself together." He moves his hand up to his mouth and clears his throat "I mean hello, greetings Abdur and how are you this fine day. Do you notice anything different about me?" He spreads his arms wide to show of his new equipment. As he does he stumbles slightly from the change in stance and it doesn't help that the floor is rocking like Bargetown. He regains his footing and goes on. "I finally did it I saved up enough money to quit the guide business. I cashed in on all my hard work and was finally able to buy some proper gear. I know you have a lot of applicants so I'll keep it short I am the best guide Wati has to offer, probably the best guide in all of Osirion. If a group needs to get somewhere I'll get em' there fast and safe. Not only that but I'm going to be a legendary corpse hunter. My father was one and his father before him. It's in my blood. I don't fear the undead, they fear me." Zoda finishes speaking and realizes that his voice had risen from a quiet speaking voice to an almost yell. All effects of the alcohol had left him and he was standing tall with his chest puffed out. His dark muscular arms, glistening from the application of oil, were out stretched. And he realized that he couldn't remember what he had said to Abdur. Not a word. He was standing there with his arms open wide like some sort of half-wit. He let his arms drop to his sides and slouched over. "If thatsss sssomething you might be interested in." He adds in his familiar labored tone.

Zoda listens to Augustus and not so politely drink his drink. Though he does nod a thanks to Dilana for the drink.

Zoda begins day dreaming as he finishes the rest of his drink.
"Why did I come over here to listen to this so called vanquisher of orcs talk?"

Just then Augustus orders another round.

"Oh. That's right. They are buying drinks.

"Blegh, some pompous warrior from Rahadoum, probably from the same order that ran my old man out of the territory. An entire warband of orcs more likely a mass of sniveling, defenseless priests, Zoda mutters to no one in particular. He has no love lost for the people of Rahadoum, sure he has had dealings with his former countrymen in the past. Rich merchants not wanting to get their feet dirty and they do business in Wati. As long as he kept his head down and to covered his tattoos when he was in their company they left him be and as long as they gave him good coin he would take them where ever they wanted to go.

"I should put the past behind me, they seem like a decent enough group and we all want the same thing. I should go over there. Oh piss it someone better will come along."

At the mention of a free refill said in a female he completely forgets his prior apprehensions and shoot off of his bar stool like an arrow off a taut string.

As he nears the group he realizes that he looks like camel dung and tries his best to brush his locks out of his face.

"Did I hear you all talking about adventuring into the Necropolis, and possibly of some sort of refill?" he says shaking his empty bottle of wine. "Because if that's the case I could be interested in one or both. The names Zoda," He says intentionally leaving off his last name in case any of the foreigners has heard of his father. "And I am Wati's premier guide through the city, the desert, and now the Necropolis." He places his hand on the back of an occupied chair to steady himself.

"I really need quit drinking ... right after this free one I'v got coming."

He points at each person individually with glassed over eyes and and then swing his arm in a big sweeping gesture, "Have any of you actually been to the Necropolis? I'm not going to say that I have, but I wont say that I haven't either. He says finally with an exaggerated wink.

Zoda sits slumped over at the bar and even though it is only midday he is thoroughly drunk. A half empty bottle of wine sits next to him and another bottle lies empty under his stool. He stretches his long, dark, tattoo covered arms and lets out a loud yawn.

”Have I ever told you about my father,” He asks the bartender doing his best to not slur his words. ”Of course I have Abdur, who hasn’t heard of the famed Boaz Kogala, scourge of the undead, defender of the godssss. *hic* He pauses to take another drink from the bottle and continues rambling on. ”And what have I done thus far in life… NOTHING," He slams his fist on the bar and the bottle begins to topple but he deftly catches is it and places it back where it was without noticing. ”But that’s all about to change Abdur, all about to change. Yesterday this bottle would have been half empty but today it is half full. Have you heard? I have finally done in, I sold my camels and I am finally ready to become my fathers son and delve into the ancient tombs. I just need to find a group who is in need of a guide. Zoda proclaims as if he has uncovered some big secrete. “And what better guide then me, Zoda Kogala, son of a feared corpse hunter and besides no one knows this city like I do. So you see my friend my fortunes are about to change."