Kamrynn spun around, much more clumsily than usual, and regarded their new company. Sour looking men, and none to bright. The kind that typically caused what little trouble there was in Syliras.
"Hey," Rythern greeted -Kamrynn winced. He was almost certain he recognized them.
"Hey yourself, sparkles." The taller of the two said, leveling a disparaging remark at the Vanthan. His shorter, fatter friend guffawed.
Kamrynn grit his teeth. He wasn't one to sit idle while a friend was insulted, hell, the slur was offensive to him as well, even if the two men didn't know it. Kamrynn shot to his feet, feeling a bit wobblier than usual, and the two thugs smiled, expecting the fight they were after.
It never came. Kamrynn felt a restraining arm on his shoulder -Kevith Aargon, the tavern owner and former Syliran knight had spotted the situation and moved to intervene.
"Not worth it, Kam." Kevith said when Kamrynn looked back over his shoulder. He had expected Rythern. The old knight turned to the troublemakers. "Just leave, I don't need anyone starting fights in my bar."
The taller man raised his hands, feigning innocence. "Oh, sir, you have it all wrong. Me and my friend were just looking to challenge these two here to a drinking match. No harm intended, just a shot for shot whiskey drink, until both men on one team hits the floor. Oh, and losers pay the tab."
Kevith raised an eyebrow, then looked to Kamrynn and Rythern. "Is this true, boys?"
Kamrynn grinned, this wasn't the kind of trouble he had had in mind, but it would certainly do. "Yeah, sounds good to me. What do you say, Vakya? Teach these bigots a lesson and get a few free drinks in the process?"