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<blockquote data-quote="GlassEye" data-source="post: 5872122" data-attributes="member: 40413">The bouncer bristles but with no signal from the bartender he only stands there glaring.The crowd is less subdued.&nbsp; Their watchful whisperings turn into angry mutterings as they watch the proprietors of their favorite watering hole bullied by the armored outsider.&nbsp; Four men at a table near the door push back their benches and stand, ready to come to the defense of Qebir and his employees.&nbsp; Zelena spies a glint of steel in the hands of at least one of the men.Qebir, noticing the movement, gives the men a curt shake of his head and holds out one hand palm down in a motion telling them to stay put.&nbsp; &quot;No need for that,&quot; he says to them.&nbsp; &quot;These men are leaving.&quot;&nbsp; His hand trembles slightly and when he notices he snatches his hand back and clenches it to stop the tremor.The bartender turns his attention from Borric to Nathan and Sylvain.&nbsp; &quot;You&nbsp; seem like reasonable men.&nbsp; Explain to your friend, since he doesn't seem to be hearing what I'm telling him, that I will not be bullied.&nbsp; I will not turn Rissa over to your vigilantism.&nbsp; Take this to the guard or I will.&quot;Qebir is interrupted by the door to the 'Trout swinging open.&nbsp; In the brief silence the Grippli innkeep, Dorummn, takes a few hesitant steps into the tavern.&nbsp; Wide-eyed at the palpable tension in the room and wringing his hands he stops and makes a croaking gulp as he struggles to speak.&quot;Ahm, ah, Master Hawkins?&nbsp; I must speak with you; privately, ahm, if you will.&quot;<a href="http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/441/grippli.jpg/" target="_blank"><img src="http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/7422/grippli.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" /></a></blockquote>

[QUOTE="GlassEye, post: 5872122, member: 40413"] The bouncer bristles but with no signal from the bartender he only stands there glaring. The crowd is less subdued. Their watchful whisperings turn into angry mutterings as they watch the proprietors of their favorite watering hole bullied by the armored outsider. Four men at a table near the door push back their benches and stand, ready to come to the defense of Qebir and his employees. Zelena spies a glint of steel in the hands of at least one of the men. Qebir, noticing the movement, gives the men a curt shake of his head and holds out one hand palm down in a motion telling them to stay put. [color=lightgreen]"No need for that,"[/color] he says to them. [color=lightgreen]"These men are leaving."[/color] His hand trembles slightly and when he notices he snatches his hand back and clenches it to stop the tremor. The bartender turns his attention from Borric to Nathan and Sylvain. [color=lightgreen]"You seem like reasonable men. Explain to your friend, since he doesn't seem to be hearing what I'm telling him, that I [i]will not[/i] be bullied. I [i]will not[/i] turn Rissa over to your vigilantism. Take this to the guard or I will."[/color] Qebir is interrupted by the door to the 'Trout swinging open. In the brief silence the Grippli innkeep, Dorummn, takes a few hesitant steps into the tavern. Wide-eyed at the palpable tension in the room and wringing his hands he stops and makes a croaking gulp as he struggles to speak. [color=lime]"Ahm, ah, Master Hawkins? I must speak with you; privately, ahm, if you will."[/color] [URL=http://imageshack.us/photo/my-images/441/grippli.jpg/][IMG]http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/7422/grippli.jpg[/IMG][/URL] [/QUOTE]

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