"Now, now, my newfound friend. The evils of alcohol are preventing you from policing your behavior."
The young man who says this turns his bright smile upon the newcomer, his clothes that of a traveler but his countenance that of a priest. Before him is a glass of milk, since unlike his compatriots he does not believe in imbibing drink. As he speaks, his voice is smooth and soft.
"Sir, I apologize for my compatriot's behavior, but I do agree with his motives. In a world such as we live in, it is not safe to assume that all will turn out as planned. And Haranshire is far enough away to warrant a small budget for traveling expenses. I understand, sir, what someone being 'huffy' at you is like, so a budget for speedy travel is all the more welcome."
This young man's eyes are bright and his face sincere. What he's doing in a bar with people like these is anyone's guess. Or why he's even part of an adventurer's guild, for that matter. He looks more like a member of a city's cleregy than an armor-toting, mace-wielding cleric-adventurer.
Edited by: The Great Nevareh at: 8/23/04 9:29 pm