fireinthedust
Explorer
ooc: Varlok's black spot is on his left arm, which is covered by his coat, with long sleeves and a fingerless-glove over his hand.
IC:
Varlok sees the rowdy mercenaries speaking ill to the Captain, and gives Nia a nod and leans in to whisper. Follow the watcher while I draw attention. Good work.
He nonchalantly rolls up his sleeve and drops himself into the seat opposite the Latvian mercenary. He gives a shake of his head and wobbles back and forth, as if tipsy, and bangs down his arm on the table before shouting to the entire common room.
I knew this tavern served ale to the dregs, but I didn't know that meant customers! Hah! I've never seen such ugly bastards in my life, nice to meet you, sir! What's this about arm wrestling? Is it for money? I hope you don't mind paying my bar tab to that nice lady over there when I beat you and your friends.
He readies his elbow, holds his arm up, and with a dopey look he waves his hand in the general direction of the mercenaries.
Whosh first?
IC:
Varlok sees the rowdy mercenaries speaking ill to the Captain, and gives Nia a nod and leans in to whisper. Follow the watcher while I draw attention. Good work.
He nonchalantly rolls up his sleeve and drops himself into the seat opposite the Latvian mercenary. He gives a shake of his head and wobbles back and forth, as if tipsy, and bangs down his arm on the table before shouting to the entire common room.
I knew this tavern served ale to the dregs, but I didn't know that meant customers! Hah! I've never seen such ugly bastards in my life, nice to meet you, sir! What's this about arm wrestling? Is it for money? I hope you don't mind paying my bar tab to that nice lady over there when I beat you and your friends.
He readies his elbow, holds his arm up, and with a dopey look he waves his hand in the general direction of the mercenaries.
Whosh first?