The woman stood, not staggering.
“Hey, you alright?” The bartender asked, leaning over the counter.
“Mm,” She responded with a hum, striding over to the crowd and pushing through them with hard steel on her eggs. Her violet-blue cloak futtered behind her and her jean-like cloth of her pants fell back down over her boots.
(Have to go now…wish I had more time to do this stuff…XD )
Vena apologised to the girl before turnning on her way to the bar, but quickly stopped in her tracks after seeing the man push her, "pardon me sir, but I think you owe her," she mentioned to the girl, "an apologies." Vena's tone taking on a slight venom.
Bump
Bump
bumty bump bump.
Bongo
Bump
(Who's turn is it anyways?)
(It’s not turn-based bro bro)
(I know it's not. But I don't know what to do XD)
(Let’s just wait for someone to jump in)
(Okay then.)
Erusa rubbed at her ears. This place was really too loud.
Mowe
Aharsi laughs as he tells of his tales, exclaiming wild adventures, daring sword fights, armies twice as big as his own. He loved exploring the world. "There was a time before kings, a place of good and evil. They were balanced." He explained. "But the current king of my land was harsh and cruel, evil corrupted him." He continues to babble on and on about different stories, keeping people entertained.
The woman shook her head. “This man tells of lies.” Her voice boomed out over the crowd, almsot unnatrually loud over Aharsi’s voice.
Aharsi looks up. "Pardon?" He asks, standing slightly. "What I hear is lies from you ma'am." H replies, his daggers sheathed as he gazes upon the woman.
The woman gazed at him, making him feel as if he were being x-rayed. Silence had befallen the pub.
“I tell not of lies. I never tell lies. If you think I’m lying, come here and prove me wrong. I see no befoulment of your mind from the many terrible tides you speak of. If you truely went through those things, you’d be crazy.”
"I did go through much in my childhood. As a warrior, we are trained. Only the finest minds are allowed into my fathers armies." He says, his golden eyes dark. He smirks. "These daggers, hand crafted, this katana, passed down for many generations." He chuckles, "You're speaking against a prince who had won battles for his country to keep his people safe. I'm not allowed to go 'crazy' as you have said."
The woman rose her nose, the lighting oddly not reflecting her features under her hood.
“You think I care of your puny daggers? You think I care that you sheathe them upon me? If you think you’re so mighty, then prove it.”
"I don't fight innocents." He rolls his eyes, shaking his head. "Honestly. Fine. I'll play your little game. How do you wish me to prove I am worthy of your judgement." He replies, flicking some dark hair from his face. There was no way he was going to let this woman embarrass him.
The woman walked forward, slowly inflating as if she were being blown up. He’d made her very angry, though no features being able to enlighten that to him.
“I am not an innocent.” Her voice had grown deep, rumbly and angry, and it rung through the pub, seemingly shaking the walls. The people listening around them could feel her voice shaking their ribs and bones.
He watched with a raised brow, obviously not phased by her appearing larger. He folds his arms, actually looking rather bored. "Alright. So your not. Fine. I don't kill nor fight people who are not my fathers enemy." He replies, looking at his nails.
The woman flexed her hands angrily, pulling closer. Now one would be able to tell she had no features on her face.
“Fine. Then I will challenge you.”