(Drunken Fish) The party of all parties (closed)

[Cade]

45th day of winter

The berthian barbarian entered the infamous drinking hole, The drunken Fish, which was loaded with loaded sailors all trying to keep warm with their spirits of choice and the company they kept. Cade was a regular to this tavern but he was one of the few locals that venture into such a place for the services they provide and the atmosphere with in, especially suited for those that like to dust it up. As for the half blood myrian savage, he is the Perfect guy to start a brawl. Your typical loudmouthed, surly, perpetually drunken bruiser... lived to fight, fought to win.

This day, his intentions were not on the bare knuckle boxing and skull crushing.... no he was here to actually make some friends. A task that was hard for such a man who can turn on pin drop and be teeing off on ones face tell there were not much to recognize a person with. Cade held in his right hand a large purse of coins, which obviously caught most of the tavern patrons attention. The barbarian strutted up to the bar and placed the purse upon the counter signalling the waiting bartender. "I be hosting a party here this night, you keep the spirits, the drugs, the food and the whores coming and get some frekking music playing" He ordered while spilling the two hundred mizas on the counter then rising himself up upon the counter itself.

"LISTEN UP!!" The savage roared in his deep toned myrian accent "DRINKS, DRUGS, FOOD AND THE WHORES ARE ON ME THIS NIGHT".

That announcement was followed by a loud cheer and a rush for the bar as for a man that was usually was given a wide birth was now king of this shit hole paradise.......well at least tell his coins held up. Cade had the brutal reputation as the slayer, the reaver, the thief and the warrior but now he wanted a reputation that men and women a like would flock too especially in this time and age when he and the mad mage were expanding their enterprise and will be in need of supporters.

Won't take long for most of the city to get wind of such a event taking place at the docks and it wouldn't be long for this place to be packed.

[Mok]

Finally, Mok's night was about to begin; Cade was throwing a party or drunken orgy depending on how you looked at it. Either way, the half-blood was thrilled. His plan was to drink heavily, smoke a lot of pulp, and petch a few whores. Simple enough, right? He had his partner's backs though. If anyone at all tried to petch with Cade or another friend, Mok would not hesitate to end the bastard's life. Mok wasn't too worried though. It was not like his cousin was a chump or something. The barbarian could handle multiple enemies at once. The way Mok looked at it, he wasn't really "helping" Cade, but rather joining in on the bloodshed with him.

The warrior would not come to the party empty handed though. He needed to come bearing gifts. There was one thing that would make the night perfect: human flesh. The myrian had been craving some tender ribs all day, but he kept his appetite at bay until the night began. Early that day Mok captured a random drunk off the streets and brought him back to the camp. After boiling him alive, the myrian grilled the man's ribs and some of his leg meat. Nothing too difficult. Dropping the tender meat into a dripping sack, Mok made his way to the bar smiling.

Opening the tavern door, Mok walked in just as Cade announced that the party had started. Mok responded to the loud cheers by yelling at the top of his voice, "Three cheers for my main man Cade!"

"Ayyyyyyyyy...HUUURAHH! HUURAHHH! HUUUURAAAAHH!" The bar cheered.

"Once more my friends!" Mok repeated.

Everyone chimed in this time, "HUUURAHH! HUUURAHH! HUUUURAHH!"

"Cade can't hear you! Let him HEAR you!"

"HURAHH, HURAHH, HURAHH!" Finally the tavern had given Cade proper thanks.

Smiling, Mok made eye contact with his cousin and proceeded to greet him. Walking up to the bar, Mok dropped around twenty-five pounds of cooked human flesh on a plate. Next, he embraced Cade's forearm and leaned in close, "Well met my cousin. I have come with some grilled flesh, cooked the way you like. Let us drink and be merry!"

And with that Mok proceeded to take the first drink of the night with his barbarian cousin.

Red = Myrian
Bold = Common

[Xavior Silhouette]

Xavior sat alone and listened to the murmur of people within the tavern. His cloak flowed off his body, covered in tan leather, and onto the dust covered floor below. He was about to order a bit of ale himself before a tall man stood up among the crowd and proclaimed the drinks would be on him this night. Xavior was ecstatic, his vice tended to be rather expensive. It would be a good night, but he knew that his visit to the city would have to be short. The bit of reclutance he received for being part zith in other areas would surely be amplified in such a crude environment. He couldn't help himself from cheering with the crowd as a second man proclaimed the other's name. "Hurrah huurah," he said half heartedly the third time through. As he approached the bar, he gently took note of the two who sat near each other. Both appeared to be on the brawny side and could be an advantage to make friends with. Just a bit of protection; he had heard through whispers this tavern had quite the negative reputation. He didn't want to just walk right up and introduce himself so he decided to just implant the idea that he was in fact friendly. He took a sip of courage and swallowed it down. Slowly he approached Cade, Mok and company. His presence had probably gone unnoticed until he spoke up. But a sense of ease and comfort could be felt by Mok and Cade both. Xavior's aurora around him was inviting, "By the time this is over, we will be great comrades." He paused a moment to let his words sink in to both before continuing, "What is the occasion for celebration?" Xavior finally stood next to Mok as he sipped his drink. His djed flowed through his body and seemed to radiate in a close bubble around him. His eyes, maroon in color scanned over Mok and Cade more closely as he sized the two up. Carefully planning his wording as he listened to their replies. He figured they'd be at least somewhat approachable considering Cade had offered a grand night to all.

[Fallon Dawn]

Fallon was completely out of place in the Drunken Fish. She stood to the side of the wild crowd, feeling awkward. What was she even doing there? Oh, right. She was trying to fit in. Trying, being the key word. It was not working so far. The smell of sweat and booze, plus something she’d rather not identify, assaulted her nose, making her want to retch. Yes, this most definitely was not her scene. But even as she went to leave, her gaze lingered on the bar. She paused. It had been a while since Fallon had let herself go and just have fun. The idea was looking more and more tempting. After a split-second internal battle, she gave in. Time to get drunk. Fallon reached the bar just as a familiar face stood up. Cade shouted above the rest of the room’s occupants, announcing a party on him. Interesting. She had never attended a true party, strange as it sounds. A grin spread across her face. This would be fun. Grabbing an ale, she turned back to the even rowdier crowd. Another man she had seen before ordered a cheers for their boss. Mok, she believed his name was. Fallon grinned even bigger and half-raised her glass in acknowledgement on the third cheer, then took a deep a deep swig. Ho, kay! Not a good idea. She winced, already feeling the effects of the alcohol sinking in. Her head felt a little lighter than it should and her senses numbed a bit. She felt great! Why hadn’t she done this before? Fallon gulped down the rest of her glass and got another. Tonight, she would do nothing but have fun.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Peering out from behind the barrels at the filling in tavern, it looked warm but somewhat harsh and certainly lively. There were pockets to be picked and food and drink to be had. The only thing keeping her from entering right away was that warning in the back of her head. Ana couldn't just barge on in; common sense demanded it after the last time she had made a brash mistake. The bar she could see, was filling up and the more it filled the less food there would be! Those bastards! Making a quick compromise between mind and stomach, she brought her hood up and over her eyes, hesitatating. Things always went badly for her when she let food into her sensibility.

Ana would appear to be a boy to most if they didn't know any better, her figure hadn't been doing well and her hands seemed a lil rougher than they were before albeit smaller than a boys. Of course her face was a dead give away, even with those large circles under her large, long lashed amber colored eyes. Gods she just loved looking like a scrawny git, dismissing the fact it was her fault for her appearence to be like this. Knowing for a fact, that the smaller you are the harder it is to catch you.

Heading inside sneakily to meet a party, a full blown, drunken party! Amazing! Just her luck, they'd all be smashed off their butts with no chance of knowing they were robbed! Grinning lightly at the thought, she'd be the one doing the robbing of course. Seeing there were women here too, albeit they were doing lucrative jobs. What caught her attention most was the two at the front and the hunk of meat on the bar behind them. It looked delicious, good thing she didn't know what it really was. Moving to the sides and around the main commotion to get to the bar, she saw no reason to make herself known.

She ordered a drink, having not been specific enough and then bread, oh sweet glorius food! She didn't know how much she could take, but she'd limit it just in case. Savoring it, she began wondering who could of possibly had enough mizas to afford paying for tons of people (having not of come in at the time of the cheers or proclamation.) Again her eyes wandered over to the two men, they looked fiercesome in her opinion and probaly best left to be avoided. Looking down at her food, and remaining quiet while the rest of the tavern was making merriment- she could stay here a bit and hope trouble didn't come to her. It was better than being out on the streets with the possibility of getting killed around every corner.

[Daniel Alecson]

The night in sunberth was rather unforgiving, the temperature was hovering right around the freezing level, a light snow had even begun to fall. Daniel flipped up his hood at the first sign of snowflakes, snuggling his head back into the warm fur-lined recesses of his cloak. Daniel still had his backpack on, his runsack strapped beneath the pack, his small tent and bedroll rolled-up and strapped to the top of the pack. Daniel knew he looked odd, carrying all his wordly possesions as he walked around the town in the middle of the night. Daniel noticed a small group of urchins eyeing him in a slightly unsettling way, from a small alley a short way ahead. Daniel stopped, pulling the left side of his cloak back, revealing a pair of matching blades still in ther sheaths, Daniel let his left hand come to rest on the hilt of one of his blades. The group visibly stiffened, some appeared to still be considering what to do, then they all turned and dissapeared into the alley.

Daniel was glad, letting his arm drop and the cloak shift back into place, although it didn't quite hide the hilt of the swords as it had before. Daniel was carrying all of his wordly possesions because he had just found one of the serving people at the inn he'd been staying at rummaging through his pack, needless to say he had decided to leave that place behind. Danel hadn't arranged for a new room yet, he doubted he'd trust leaving his things unattended in this city anymore. Daniel had arrived in the town several days before as a guard for a caravan. Daniel hoped he would be able to find a job soon, one needed friends to survive in this town and daniel had none. Continuing on his path, Daniel headed to a seedy little tavern he'd heard about called the Drunken Fish. Seeing the tavern just a little bit up the way Daniel was slightly relived, he was begining to feel a little little cold.

As Daniel made his way to the entrance of the tavern he could hear that it was rather lively inside. From what he had heard about this place it would normally be one of the last places on Daniel's list of places to visit. However he'd heard that it had a bit of a reputation with the criminal element, as such Daniel figured it would be a decent place to pick up an easy job. Daniel pushed open the door to the tavern, the warm, ale-scented, air of the tavern rushing out into the night street. Daniel took note of a rather large group of people who had congregated around the bar. They seemed to be centered around a rather large human, who might have been slightly taller than even Daniel, a rare sight indeed. Daniel gave the crowd a rather wide berth taking a seat at a booth in one of the corners. Daniel stashed his pack in the against the wall of the bench sitting next to it on the outerside of the bench, his left-side open to the rest of the tavern. Daniel let down his hood at this point, reaching up and untying the strip of leather that kept his hair in a ponytail, Daniel's hair flowed over his shoulders and he quickly hooked it behind his ears before re-tying the strip of leather around his wrist.

Daniel reached into his rucksack and pulled out a book along with a vial of ink. Daniel opened the book to the first page, it was completly blank and had a swan feather quill laying on it. From the corner of his eye Daniel noticed what appeared to be a sailor eyeing him with distaste, a man with a book in a tavern, Daniel could see why he might be irked. Daniel reached down with his left hand slipping his swords and their sheaths from his belt and placing them on the table in front of his book, an attempt to dissuade any shenanigans. Daniel then uncorcked the vial of ink dipping the tip of the quill into the vial, carefully scraping the excess back into the vial, before begining to write. Daniel's writing was slow and deliberate, but when looking upon the writing one would be able to see the elegant flowing script that was the fruits of his labor. A few moments later one of the serving girls, who also doubled as hired "company", came over to Daniel.

"Hey there, traveler. Anything a girl like me can get for a strong handsome man such as yourself?", the woman's sultry tone and rather obvious flattery insinuated that she was offering more than to just fetch him some ale.

"It would be much apreciated if you could have a kettle of water boiled and brought to me along with an empty mug", Daniel said in a simple yet polite tone, not even bothering to look up from his writing. Daniel had little interest in the "services" this woman could offer him, he'd never had the pleasure of a woman and he'd be damned if his first time would be with someone hired.

"Is that all? I could get you a room and have someone bring up the water", She said with the slight implication that she'd be in the room with him. The serving girl was not dettered in the least by Daniel's complete lack of interest so far.

"That will be all", Daniel replied curtly, his polite tone a little more forced. Determination could be an admirable trait but in this situation it was mostly annoying. Thankfully the serving girl got the hint this time though, as she left to go get Daniel what he'd requested.

"Whores", Daniel said under his breath in an exasperated tone, as the serving girl walked away.

[Aleka]

Sunberth, home of scum and possibly villainy, among other things that many places saw as breaking the law for here in Sunberth the only law that people could agree on was survival. If you couldn’t survive then you didn’t belong here or alive for that matter. Twin pools of azure crystals peered out and up at the sign of the tavern. Interesting design the woman thought since she wasn’t sure how a fish could get drunk since by the time it went into the booze it would have most likely been dead… and there was nothing wrong with a good ale basted or batter coated fish fresh off the open flames of a bonfire or campfire. Just thinking about it caused the almost auburn hued brunette’s stomach to growl in protest of food other than fish, shell fish or mussels from the sea. Yes she was hungry and there was no denying it any longer, besides her waterskin was dry and she could use a stiffer drink then the crystal clear liquid that normally filled it. Leather covered soles almost didn’t make a sound as they moved from one side of the street toward the tavern, having to quickly dodge to the left as two sailors came running in from the dock’s direction. When asking one of them they informed her that some big brute inside had offered to pay for a night of drinking and other taboo fun, Aleka the mix blooded Svefra softly smirked and shook her head before letting that sailor go. So she had come on a night when she wouldn’t have to pay for her food and drink, that was a bonus given she was down to only one golden miza and two silver mizas. Not a whole lot for a girl like herself. Pushing the door open a little wider than what it had been, since it was on its way toward closing behind the two already drunk sailors that had just entered before her, Aleka stood there looking around letting the outside light shine in and illuminating the room. Now who could have paid for such a night? she wondered as she looked among the crowd, until she noticed a rather large wall of muscle sitting or where they standing? Hard to tell with their legs by the bar. It had to be them, and yet it seemed the group was already quite busy with another tavern patron or customer. Shrugging, Aleka moved away from the door and toward the end of the bar that wasn’t already loaded up with either drunk men getting to a whole new level of drunk or some tavern wench trying to sell herself more than the food and drink of the establishment. Raising the right hand with her index pointed out, she signaled to the barkeep she would be joining in on the tab of the party host, whichever of the two brutes the man was. As the keeper came over to her, she spoke up her Svefra accent a bit heavy when compared to those around her. "One mug of ale and some hot meat please. Oh and the party host is paying of course." The barkeep chuckled and nodded before going off to get the pirate her selection. As she waited for it, Aleka looked over and then around once more before using a hooking technic with her foot to pull one of the barstools closer to her rear end. Sitting half on and half off, always had to be ready if someone decided they wanted a fight with her, Aleka nodded a thanks to the keeper of the tavern when he placed a bowl of steaming hot meat (as she could n’t quite make it out just yet) and a large mug of ale before her. Of course the woman set about eating and drink, but her eyes were always moving watching those strangers around her. After all not every port of call liked a full Svefra let alone a mix blooded one around.

[Ikbin Vorgesetzter]

Ikbin Vorgesetzter walked the cobbled streets of his old childhood haunts with a blatant sneer of disgust, recalling much of the more vile and unpleasant memories of his early youth. He had just visited his former homestead, now one of the many outlets of the black-market that thrived here in Sunberth. Upon returning to his former house, he had suffered from a particularly nasty flashback which warped him back to the evening of his mother's death by his father's hands, and his father's murder by his own hands. Despite how cold-hearted and steely he had become over decade since that night, he could not shake the final vestiges of pain and torment that still plagued his waking dreams. And visiting his old home out of a morbid sense of propriety served only to ferment even more so his already sour mood. As he made his way along the cobbled streets of this hive of filth, he remembered what had once been his life and he cursed it.

As the chilly air nipped at the tops of his ears, and he pulled his cloak tighter around himself and tightened the clasp of his hood by tugging the leather thongs on its sides. He quickened his pace and heard the shuffle of footsteps behind him and turned to see a single man, a tramp in all senses of the word, attempting to cut his coin purse. In the instant the street vermin realized that he had been found out, Ikbin shot out his hand and grabbed the man's face and aggressively shoved him up against the nearest wall, eliciting a cry of fear from the man that was soon eclipsed by a cry of pain as his head made contact with the brick wall of an old storage house. As the man struggled to fight back, Ikbin disarmed him of the small knife and hooked him in the gut and then in the kidney. Ikbin then let go of the man's head and quickly jabbed him in the nose and was rewarded with a satisfying crunch and light spray of blood as the cartilage in the man's nose gave way and he collapsed to the ground in pain. He had been no match for Ikbin and as he lay there broken and beaten, Vorgesetzter fetched a handful of mizas out of his coin purse and threw them down onto the man's lap. He turned away, confident that he would not be attacked from behind and walked towards the sound of mirth and laughter emanating from the Drunken Fish.

As he walked through the doors of the Tavern he was greeted with the sounds of sailors and Sunberth city-dwellers drinking away the misery of their relatively insignificant lives. Vorgesetzter made no effort to hide his disgust at the revelry and debauchery inside and he gave a disparaging glare to anyone who met his gaze. As he slowly made his way over to the barkeeper he noticed a few others that didn't seem to belong to the motley assortment of people that regulared the tavern. Namely two Myrians, one with black hair and black eyes that was slightly shorter than he was, and one that was a good head taller, a massive brute of a man. He also noticed a human woman, she had the build similar to the exotic dancers of the cult of Nikali he had witnessed perform while travelling throughout Mizahar. He marveled at the oddity of the sight, why was someone of such beauty here in Sunberth, it was as if a member of the Icewatch or an acolyte of Morwen had wandered into the Temple of Sivah to give pennance. Vorgesetzter laughed at the absurdity of it but paid it hardly any more attention. He noticed another human female, with creamy yellow hair, and he also noticed a Svethra-Myrian female, as well as a cloaked man sitting at a table writing. The man who was writing piqued Vorgesetzter's interest more than anything else. Here was another oddity to behold and he was immensely curious on what the man was writing and made it a point to find out later on. As he approached the bar, he spoke out to the Tavern Keeper:

"I haven't had a drop of whiskey in a fortnight, how much for a bottle of Sunberth's finest?" he asked

The Tavern Keeper, a burly man, looked to him and said, "Normally 13 mizahs, but all the drinks are on Cade tonight, I'll fetch a bottle and glass for you."

The man dived under the bar and came up with a bottle of honey brown drink and a clean glass, he set both down and slid them forward to Vorgesetzter who then popped open the bottle and poured himself a shot that he downed in an instant. The burn in the back of his throat was pretty intense and he winced as it made it's way down. The next shot he was more conservative towards; he sipped the drink letting the potently smooth liquid roll over his tongue as he savored its intense flavors and exotic aroma. He asked the Tavern Keeper to point out which man was Cade and he nodded towards the big myrian Ikbin had seen while walking in. Vorgesetzter then poured himself another shot, raised his glass in a toasting salute to Cade, hoping he noticed the gesture and downed the drink. He poured himself another shot, saluted the others he had noticed, and drank his sour mood away, eager for what promises the night held in store for him.

[Ana Sol Starris]

Ana had taken to a corner toward the back with her bread and drink, the men up there were merry and had offered little way to let her get her items in the first place. Rolling her eyes as she retreated, Ana sat and watched, not wanting to be apart of it. Others had walked in, she took little interest in the three recents but noted them anyway in her grand escape scheme if trouble was to happen. They looked quite comfortable for being in a theives city in her opinion, maybe they were also theives?


One was a man with swords, Ana had never seen those types of swords before and figured he was a traveller from some other land, when he took out the quill and book her eyes lingered on him for a few moments to watch him sit in the corner opposed to her own. The woman, she looked rather swishy and trouble making, again another to be avoided. The 2nd man to come in, his face didn't bode well to Ana and marked him mentally to stay away from him also. Catching him scanning the room with eyes resting on her for a second, Ana froze and stared back, unblinking then looking away, trying not to choke on every impulse to run, to get out of the tavern right at that moment. Every sense she had was doubled out of her paranoia that something bad might happen. She was going to be just like her role model and survive just as he did, while becoming a great theif.


When the man walked up to the barman, she just barely caught what the barman had said over the raucous merriment of the men. It was loud, she didn't catch it all but he talked of who paid for this feast. The name from her position washed out by laughter. Frowning, she couldn't ask who had the money to do this feast, afraid of what outcome there would be if she revealed herself. Being that most of those here could kill her without trouble, leave her dead body to rot in the- Ana shook her head to clear such thoughts, do NOT think like that idiot! That wasn't anyway to think because if let bad thoughts into your mind then bad things were sure to happen.


Looking into her drink to try and calm her senses, it smelled funny to her and looked rather sickish in color. Maybe she should have specified, or shouldn't have just grabbed the first drink she could. Frowning more into it, she grabbed it, she had to drink it. Bringing the tankard to her lips and sipping the contents she spluttered violently. It was gods awful in taste, and in her surprise she had spilled a qaurter of it over the table and herself. After a look of disgust crossed her face, she set it way over to the other side of the table then acting like she had never done anything to it in her life. What did I just drink?! Forgetting her previous thought of having to finish it.


The only thing really affected was her fail excuse of a cloak and her pants, it would dry quickly, she hoped. Cold weather and wet clothing were especially not a good combo and she had no other clothing besides these. Knowing people, if they were attentive of the back corner they would have saw that- otherwise it didn't worry her about embarresement as she wasn't a major topic of interest. Thats how she wanted and wished it to be, though she'd have to move soon to get closer to the door in case it got too packed to escape unwanted trouble. When she should, was another matter entirely as the men were having their fun, there was sure to be a disagreement and when a fight started she didn't want to be in the middle of it. Ana could very well just stay there in her cozy little corner and hope nothing bad would happen.


Thinking back to the man with the book, he had taken the corner across from her on the same side. Cursing him for taking the spot then cursing herself for not choosing the front first and then cursing herself again for not realizing she could have had a waitress come up to her instead of her herself going to the bar. Just as a waitress had done for the man across from her. He seemed to be poring into his book, usually people who could read and write had some sort of money on them (almost completely forgetting she could read and write, and her non existant income as of right now.) Warming up to the idea of sitting closer to him but not having the courage at the moment to do so. Instead she focused her attention on him and his belongings, her mind forgoing the swords that lay on the table. Her plans were already forming of how to escape with a load of mizas. Gold, silver, or copper, valuables, it didn't matter she would have them.

She really needed to get her head out of the clouds.

OOC :

Hope none of you mind if I just insert my lil input here, I seem insignifigant right now. She technically hasn't moved from her spot.

[Ikbin Vorgesetzter]

Once Vorgesetzter had had his initial fill of drink he was feeling only mildly buzzed, as his high tolerance from alcohol prevented him from losing himself completely in the four shots of whiskey that he had quickly downed. He tucked away the mostly full bottle in the folds of his cloak, hoping that it might come in handy on some cold night while he was traveling or for when he was suffering from some ailment due to exposure or the like.

He eyed the creamy haired woman, she was fair and wore her hair in a bun and had on a dark green poncho. As Vorgesetzter eyed her, she took a drink from her mug of what he assumed was ale. She spluttered violently as she tasted the liquid and with a look of disgust she pushed her tankard as far away from her as she could reach. Ikbin needed no further affirmation, she had just taken her first sip of Sunberthian ale. He briefly recalled his own first taste as a boy and how he reacted similarly. He then reached out to the Tavern Keeper tugging on his tunic at his shoulder and said, "Get me a pint." The burly man nodded his head and filled Ikbin a large tankard from the tap beneath the bar. As Vorgesetzter took the tankard he downed the pint in five large gulps, savoring the bitter taste of the brew. He then turned his attention to creamy-haired woman in the dark green cloak. He noticed how she constantly fidgeted uncomfortably as her eyes darted to the door of the tavern, then over the people within it, and then back to the door again. He noted her suspicious behavior and figured that she must be a thief, or something of similar ilk. He admired her deviousness, what better time to cut purses than when people are drunk of their asses, numb to the world around them. He thought it wise to perhaps make acquaintance with her, lest he end up losing the mizahs he had on him, or his mother's locket, which was valued at 50 gold mizahs. In fact, he thought she might be the type of person he was looking for.

He then jumped to his feet rather briskly, quickly regretting the action. His feet a little numb from the drink, shifted underneath him as he fought to regain his equilibrium. He quickly regained it and was otherwise alright when a waitress walked up to him, sliding her arm around his waist and asking, "Is there anything I can get for you, hon?" with an emphasis on the third word. In an flash, Ikbin seized the woman's wrist and in a swift jerking motion he pinned the woman's wrist against her elbow joint, violently twisting it against it's natural course of movement. In a low and fierce voice he said, "You will not place your hand on me again, you foul, venereal-diseased harlot. Tell your 'sisters' much the same." As he spoke his other hand darted out swiftly and unseen to her side and his fist clenched around the iron key ring and and he dropped the contents of his hand in his trousers left pocket. He then tossed the harlot's arm and wrist to the side and continued on towards the creamy haired woman. As he approached her he commented, "You seem to be a tad uncomfortable with the place, the way your eyes keep darting towards the door and back over the everyone else is enough to make any observant man suspicious. Are you expecting trouble?"