"Oh, it's not so hard, once you get the hang of it. Pointy end in the enemy, that sort of thing. And yes, my brother and I are more than capable in a fight, if needed." Solon takes another drink from his cup.Solitaire looks over at Solon, smiling, but studying him for a moment, and taking a look at his brother, as well.
A fine day to you both! That's quite a pigsticker you have there, and I bet all that metal in your pack, she gestures accordingly, comes in pretty handy in a knife fight. Dangerous, attractive, and built like a farm hand -- I like it! And your depressing compatriot looks like he can probably handle himself, as well.
Solitaire takes the offered chair, sits back, and takes another gulp from her bottle of whisky before setting it down on the table.
I'm afraid you have me pegged all wrong, good citizen. You might say I'm more of a student of the acquisitional arts, if you follow me. It's just that when the the adventures turn adventuresome, there's nothing like having some pyrotechnics on your side to help even the odds a little!
"Oh, it's not so hard, once you get the hang of it. Pointy end in the enemy, that sort of thing. And yes, my brother and I are more than capable in a fight, if needed." Solon takes another drink from his cup.
After listening to the bar room chatter for a while Galinndan notices that his ale has become a bit tepid. He gestures at the glass and frost begins to form on the sides. He then slightly raises his hand and the pint rises from the table, glides slowly through the air and rests in his open hand. Galinndan again looks at Solitaire and asks,
"If you do not mind me asking, would you be so kind as to tell me a bit about yourself and what has brought you to this establishment?"