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Post by Alexis Trueheart on Feb 27, 2006 1:56:30 GMT -5
A not so swank tavern and hotel on the lower levels. Many thieves and mercenaries hang out here.
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Post by Alexis Trueheart on Feb 27, 2006 2:27:42 GMT -5
Galan is careful to keep the cloak closed over his clothes as he goes to a table and sits down. He orders meade from the waitress who comes to the table, then settles to watch and listen.
About an hour later, one man stands out to him. Over the past hour, he had ordered and drank a half dozen beers, and was getting rather loud and boastful.
"Heh!" The man gives a short bark of a laugh as he replies drunkedly to something one of his more sober buddies said. "De awtoradies cen't cetch me! I'm to smart fer 'em! Why dis morn I get me dis perty ring off a wench who tinks she ken hook 'erself a knight or semthin'. She were wearin' it roun' her neck, ready ta be takin'!"
Galan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man, then got up to go over to the table, tossing off the old cloak. "That was my ring you took from my fiance!" His voice was very low and quiet, yet intimidating.
The man's face turned pale as he looked up at Galan who towered above him, and realized his three buddies had hurriedly left the booth. He began to stand up and say some nonsense about not knowing what the knight was talking about.
Then he made the near-fatal mistake of drawing his knife.
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Post by Alexis Trueheart on Feb 27, 2006 2:43:11 GMT -5
Galan swiftly disarmed the man, shoved him against the wall, then held him there with his hand on his throat.. "I want my ring back!" He growled.
Chokes as he looses bladder control.
Draws his longsword and puts the point to the man's chest, then releases his throat. "What was that?"
"I-i-i don't have it!"
Galan puts more pressure on the sword at the creep's chest.
"I sold it to Yulgar at the pawn shop!" His voice squeeks.
Sheaths his sword and grabs the terrified criminal by the collar. "You'll come with me to the jail, then I'm going to get my ring." Drags him out.
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