Somewhere inside of a tavern, a man sits with a mug in hand filled with honey mead that had the taste of the sweetest honey there was. His eye shifts slightly as he leans his head back, letting the last of the mead to glide down into his mouth before he would slam the mug on the table and let out a sigh of sorrow that the drink was already gone so quickly. Before long, a small group of men would enter the tavern and take up a spot at a table that was rather close toward the man. Their chatter was low, hard to hear to anyone that wasn't probly Elvin.
Time didn't pass much before the men stood up from their table with a nod to each other and walked up to the single man at the table who just got another mead from the barkeeper. They surrounded around the table rather then the man, the larger of the three hit his fist on the table as he leaned in rather close.
"We know whom ye be, we know the price set for ye head as well ye brothers! If ye be willing to come, neither of ye will be hurt." A fool of a smile he gave to the man, many of his teeth were missing already and the foul breath could made the hair's on a dwarf neck even stand. "So what it be, Lucas Harper?" All the while Lucas sat there taking small sips out the mug, mostly to keep the smell of the man's breath out of his nose.
"I think you are mistaken in whom you think i am. So be off ye three and find that which you seek." The sound in his voice bitter but mostly because of being interrupted in his drink as well his personal space. Though nothing sound more bitter then a bunch of swords being drawn at once, all pointed at Lucas with harmful intent. The barkeep shouting for there to be no fighting in the tavern but none would listen, luckily there was a lack of people in genrel around.
"Dead or alive, not matter to US!" The swords seem to move quickly all at the same time, but found nothing but table as it was flipped upward toward them. One of the swords finding it way keep into the table and finding that pressure from a boot at the side would kept it from moving. Lucas swung his arm then stopped short of the one on his left, the mead flying out quickly and splashing the man in the face to cause blindness for only the moment. The one on his right took another strike this time low at Lucas but found a mug in the way to block it, again he striked out this time higher yet it was blocked again with the mug. Before he could strike again, Lucas used the mug like anyone would with brass-knuckles straight into the mans face, sending him stumbling back and smashing into a empty table as well chairs. All the while the larger man was trying to pull his sword out of the table but was finding it almost impossible to do such, specially after their target took out the man to his left finally follow by putting all his weight on the table edge, making it flip toward the larger man and putting the sword on the opposite side of him.
A low blow was to follow, the man grabbing his good yet his hand wrapped around a mug between his legs as Lucas walked behind him and gave a hard kick to his back side, sending the man toward the sword but luck was in for him as he just barely missed going head first into it. Before he could get up the guards had gather in at the front of the tavern grabbing at the men, while Lucas made his way out a window, escaping from the law.
Time didn't pass much before the men stood up from their table with a nod to each other and walked up to the single man at the table who just got another mead from the barkeeper. They surrounded around the table rather then the man, the larger of the three hit his fist on the table as he leaned in rather close.
"We know whom ye be, we know the price set for ye head as well ye brothers! If ye be willing to come, neither of ye will be hurt." A fool of a smile he gave to the man, many of his teeth were missing already and the foul breath could made the hair's on a dwarf neck even stand. "So what it be, Lucas Harper?" All the while Lucas sat there taking small sips out the mug, mostly to keep the smell of the man's breath out of his nose.
"I think you are mistaken in whom you think i am. So be off ye three and find that which you seek." The sound in his voice bitter but mostly because of being interrupted in his drink as well his personal space. Though nothing sound more bitter then a bunch of swords being drawn at once, all pointed at Lucas with harmful intent. The barkeep shouting for there to be no fighting in the tavern but none would listen, luckily there was a lack of people in genrel around.
"Dead or alive, not matter to US!" The swords seem to move quickly all at the same time, but found nothing but table as it was flipped upward toward them. One of the swords finding it way keep into the table and finding that pressure from a boot at the side would kept it from moving. Lucas swung his arm then stopped short of the one on his left, the mead flying out quickly and splashing the man in the face to cause blindness for only the moment. The one on his right took another strike this time low at Lucas but found a mug in the way to block it, again he striked out this time higher yet it was blocked again with the mug. Before he could strike again, Lucas used the mug like anyone would with brass-knuckles straight into the mans face, sending him stumbling back and smashing into a empty table as well chairs. All the while the larger man was trying to pull his sword out of the table but was finding it almost impossible to do such, specially after their target took out the man to his left finally follow by putting all his weight on the table edge, making it flip toward the larger man and putting the sword on the opposite side of him.
A low blow was to follow, the man grabbing his good yet his hand wrapped around a mug between his legs as Lucas walked behind him and gave a hard kick to his back side, sending the man toward the sword but luck was in for him as he just barely missed going head first into it. Before he could get up the guards had gather in at the front of the tavern grabbing at the men, while Lucas made his way out a window, escaping from the law.
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