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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[eolasemah]

Sina took a step back when Fenris growled at her, but she couldn't take her eyes off him. "Your..." She ran a hand over her own face, to indicate the markings. "...vallaslin." Was it vallaslin? It didn't look like any she'd ever seen, for any god.