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[My Name is Immaterial]

Ishtari uncurls from his sitting position, and roars. He unsheathes his sword, and brandishes it, along with his shield. The wagon would begin to shake underneath his applied weight. "I WILL GLADLY 'BRING IT'!"

The shaking of the wagon causes Brother Robert's beer to spill onto him. He looks up with a bored expression on his face; he was used to people with big egos over reacting. "C'me on, mate, calm den. I din' wanna make ya calm den, 'n 'either does 'ny one else."

[Projeck37]

Freyja crosses her arms, looking at the Naga.

[SOLDIER First]

Elidyr moves the weapon away, because why are you leveling it over his shoulder.

Freyja crosses her arms, looking at the Naga.

Through Elidyr?

[Projeck37]

((She can lean, you know.))

[spümpkin]

Elidyr shakes his head, and then Ishtari, so he calmly steps between the two.

"Peace, friend."

"I WILL NOT HAVE MY HONOR AND SSSSSTATUSSSSS SSSSPAT UPON, BY TWO LOWLY SSSSSSSMOOTHSSSSSSKINSSSSSSS!"

The naga would find a spear leveled at his throat. "Then I'll put you down right now, snake."

The naga wraps his tail around the spear, forcing him to lower, but also constricting any movement of the spear. "I will not be ssssslain by ssssomeone sssssuch assss you."

Ishtari is too busy flaming with rage to calm down, despite all the people bothering him. He brings his sword to rest at Caderyn's throat. 

[AbstractTraitorHero]

"How disappointing I expected better from both of you. "

[SOLDIER First]

((not if i say she can't [kills self for godmodding]))

"Please."

He turns to Freyja and gives her an insistent look.

[Pencil_Art]

"Come on, snake-man. Killing everyone isn't a great honor, if you see my meaning."

Tiel gets his own bow out.

[Chevaleresse]

Caderyn brings his own blade up with one hand, prepared to fend off Ishtari's.

"Lower my weapons? We've a vicious monster in our midst."

[My Name is Immaterial]

"Bloody 'ell..."
Brother Robert whips out a Bottle of Beer, and smashes it against the Naga's head, using the ancient technique of Banish The Swords Of The Unfaithful or drop the fokn knife 'n fight me 1v1 bruv. The Naga would drop his sword on the ground.

[Projeck37]

"And I will not have a Naga threatening one, such as I-I!"
Freyja seems nervous, maybe even scared.

[SOLDIER First]

"And your insults are hardly going to do any good. Kindly lower the weapons, all of you."
He seems slightly irritated.

[Pencil_Art]

"Ah, sheeeet."

Tiel levels his bow with an arrow prepared.

[Nakéen]

Brother Robert puts his own mug down, and returns to the wagon with his barrel of beer. After a few moments of banging around in there, he returns with a mostly full tankard, and hands it to Taros. "I's my own brew. Car'ful, drink it too fast, and ye'll be out l'ke a soggy campf're."
If one is brave enough to down the dark brown and murky beverage, it's just as strong as he described. Nothing that anyone who's got a hardy gullet can't stomach, but, drink it too fast, and you will be out for the count.

"Thank you" says Taros, nodding to Brother Robert as a sign of understanding.

He takes a first sip at the brown beverage. The strong flavor of the brew fill his mouth, nose and lungs.
It burns his throat at first, but then a nice and soft flavor remains on the tongue.

"Good liquor warms the body and comfort the heart. This is indeed a strong liquor, but a great brew nonetheless."

He takes a bigger mouthful than before, and exhale in a satisfied manner.

"You said you made it yourself ? You have talent."

[Chevaleresse]

"The snake first, then I'll consider it."