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There was no fight. The old post was just portrayed from the perspective of being handled by the neck. The retcon simply changed the perspective.
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Brastrix meets her gaze evenly,
"It's a little too late for that my lady," he rubs the singed scales on his neck,
"I believe the heat has already been exchanged, but I feel that I can do my best to make amends," the dragonborn rocks back on his stool, and looks off into the distance, realizing that she is still watching him,
"I know more about Brastrix after inquiring about yourself than I did while I was in Milibri, " he turns back to look at Phoenix,
"You see, he's a bit of a newcomer in my part of the world, I run an enterprise involving five fine vessels with which I've managed to scrape together a comfortable living. This Rhagast shows up out of nowhere, having recruited the help of some right poor shipmates, boards my ship under a flag of friendship, and steels may cargo at swordpoint!" At this point Brastrix sighs, and shrugs with his palms up,
"If this had been the extent of his afrontary, I would have simply said, 'Good Show!' and wished him well. After all, the ploy showed he had his heart in the game, but oh no." Brastrix's voice suddenly begins to turn sour,
"That piece of leviathan scat decided to smear my name all over Milibri. He searched me down and handed over the coordinates for my ports of call to the Cytharian Navy. We had to move fast to avoid being overrun. Now he threatens to undo my network of resources and take over my position without so much as facing me on the open sea! The coward!" By this time he's breathing hard,
"When he darkens that doorway," he continues, pointing at the door to the Hanged Man,
"He won't make it past the threshold if I have anything to say about it!"