It was only a matter of time...

[aggregiopavali]

WHO: fenris and you
WHAT: Belligerent 'Vint seeking any excuse for a fight
WHEN: Very early Haring, before he goes on mission
WHERE: The Herald's Rest
NOTES: Moody elf herewithin... and he's looking to pick fights

There was alcohol involved. Of course there was. Probably more than was wise. But it didn't stop him from nursing his drink while in the tavern. Of course, he'd done it many night, but tonight there was something different on his mind. What, he couldn't say, but he was even more prickly than normal.

He wasn't thinking about how recognisable he might be, or anything other than how it stank that he'd come so far in everything, and yet here he still was, surrounded by his fellow countrymen - not only that? They were mages for the most part it seemed. But he wasn't doing anything about it, until someone nudged his elbow, and his drink was spilt. "Venhedis!" he spat out, turning to face whoever nudged him. A waste of perfectly good beer.

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[foxsays]

One would think that after existing on watered wine and brandy for most of the trip to the Mire that she’d be drinking water but of course not. She’d been heading back to the bar to buy another drink after the little group she’d been playing cards with had finally realised that they’d be best leaving with what coin they still had instead of attempting to win it back. So back to the bar for more drinks and she’d been ducking out of the way of an elven serving girl, perhaps paying more heed to her than her surroundings when she heard the curse, or it sounded like a curse to her at least, loud as a gunshot.

“Ah shit, my apologies,, I’ll buy you another.” A coin flashed between her fingers along with an apologetic smile.