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[randomgenericusername]

Really, who needs language? Just let the blade do the talking...

Ferro silently lifts the crocodile and lets it lay on his lap. He pets it with one of his hands while letting her chew on the other.

...Well, aren't you the cutest thing in the world? Hah hah hah...

[sprinkled chariot]

Ptw

[DolosusDoleus]

As the only person without coin of his own, he would just remain silent and watch the others. It wasn't that he couldn't earn the coin. Indeed, the one man he helped by catching the thieving pirate offered him a reward for doing so. No, he wanted to make his own meal, and that meant hunting down a new piece of prey.
The only times he ever brought coin to town from the stash near his camp was for maintaining his bow, which needed fresh strings every now and then, and getting supplies like metal and stone that his own profession as a woodsman would not bring in. He looked to the pirate with curiosity, both at her origin and the nature of her former "employment".

"So, what brings a pirate from so far away to this particular place? Trying to find a cove for your smugglers, or did they mutiny and you only escaped with your life?"

Zamira leans back, her mouth opening to reveal a wide, bright white grin. "Dear, that's private. Something for me to know and... well, for you to not find out I suppose." She lets out a quick laugh, as if though she had said something funny. "Sorry dear, we all have our secrets."

[Enemy post]

Really, who needs language? Just let the blade do the talking...

Ferro silently lifts the crocodile and lets it lay on his lap. He pets it with one of his hands while letting her chew on the other.

...Well, aren't you the cutest thing in the world? Hah hah hah...

"Seems Denise likes you!"

Zamira leans back, her mouth opening to reveal a wide, bright white grin. "Dear, that's private. Something for me to know and... well, for you to not find out I suppose." She lets out a quick laugh, as if though she had said something funny. "Sorry dear, we all have our secrets."

"You're a pirate? That's incredible! You must have an exciting life! How much treasure have you found? Have you captured any ships? Do you have a parrot? Are cursed skeletons real? How sharp are those swords?"

[randomgenericusername]

A pirate? Hmmm...

...Nah. I'm not gonna deal with that. My days of bringing criminals to justice are over.

Had Ferro been younger, he would have attacked the pirate on sight. His fighting spirit died a long ago, and time had started to affect him. While the armor increased his longevity and survivability by quite a lot, it's weight was just too much for his now old and aged body.

[Dark One]

'scuse me! - a man covered in blood made his way to innkeeper, pushing everyone on his way aside. That bloody Darkbog witch attacked my caravan, then chased me half the way to this place! I need a barrel of ale! — he yelled furiously, taking out his pouch and spilling out krones on the counter.

[Glass]

*head rises*
*pulls out notebook*
You were attacked? Excuse me, sir, could you describe what happened? As much detail as possible, if you don’t mind.

[sprinkled chariot]

*head rises*
*pulls out notebook*
You were attacked? Excuse me, sir, could you describe what happened? As much detail as possible, if you don’t mind.

This message colour is kill plz Nope

[Glass]

[…that is the same color I use for everything, and it’s already the replacement for something that someone else didn’t like. Nobody else has complained about cyan before. Sorry, it’s not changing.]

[Dark One]

I tell you what little lady, I'm too sober to speak about this! - the mam grumbled out angrily. The tavern keeper had arrived with a barrel of finest Erdhen ale and opened it. The bloodied traveler took his tankard and got some booze.

[randomgenericusername]

...Another one? That witch has been quite active recently. I would gladly go kill her for... a barrel of ale...

Hmmm... This gives me an idea.

Ferro stands up and walks next to the bloody man. He points to the barrel full of ale then to himself. He grunts, points to his blade in his back and to the exit.

The intent is: "Give me some ale and I'll go out there and kill that wench."

If he ignores or insults me, I'll just return to my seat.

[Tarran]

A pretty woman, with brown hair and piercing ruby red eyes, mostly hidden under a Cavalier hat, looks at the rather rude person who just brushed the person next to her aside. She rolls her eyes as she adjusts her hat, which had been dislocated from the sudden relocations of persons near her.

"Sir, while I can sympathize with being screwed over and needing a stiff drink, generally you'll want to be sober in order to provide the people who might get vengeance for you with accurate information. You know, so they are slightly less likely to die."

She pauses for a second.

"In addition... is any of that blood yours? If so, you'll probably first want to see a doctor or something. It would be terrible if you died from infection while recovering from a hangover."

She also looks over the huge man in metal armor who just walked up next to her and the bloodied man, with raised eyebrows. She stares particularly long at the closed helmet, wondering what kind of anti-social person is behind it. Then she looks back to the bloodied man.

[Smoke Mirrors]

"There is a doctor in the house!" cried Asher, he dashed over to the bloodied man "if you would like I could give you a quick check up sir. If that blood is yours and you have any open wounds I can easily use a high proof alcohol to help disinfect and prevent you from concocting any further injuries, though it might sting."

[DolosusDoleus]

Zamira leans back, her mouth opening to reveal a wide, bright white grin. "Dear, that's private. Something for me to know and... well, for you to not find out I suppose." She lets out a quick laugh, as if though she had said something funny. "Sorry dear, we all have our secrets."

"You're a pirate? That's incredible! You must have an exciting life! How much treasure have you found? Have you captured any ships? Do you have a parrot? Are cursed skeletons real? How sharp are those swords?"

”Tell you what, if you buy me a drink I might just answer one of those questions. Deal?”

[randomgenericusername]

When Asher mentions alcohol, Ferro grumbles from inside of his armor. He grunts again when Zamira mentions drinks.

A damn alcoholic drink is exactly what I need right now...