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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[lettersfromhome]

The beer had sloshed nearby as well, catching on the skirt of a middle-aged woman sitting at a nearby table. The foreign cursing was the second thing to catch her attention, noting the bristling elf at her elbow.

Oh no. Not on her watch.

In one swift movement she'd pulled to her feet, a placating arm between the elf and the individual unfortunate enough to have stumbled into him. "Now, there's no need for that."

Her gaze shifted between them before landing on Fenris, her look somewhere between imploring an incredulous. Really. Picking a fight over something so trivial? "I'm certain they didn't mean any harm," she pressed on, gentle but firm. "And I'm equally certain that drink can be replaced, mm?"