Psylence
First Post
He looks a bit incredulously at the Wang's... Wayang's response and then, with a movement of his Ale mug, he gestures in the direction of the docks. He flashes a grin and says "I'm from over that-a-way. But I can always get back to that." He leans forward, pushing free of the bar much like a dingy casting free from a mooring line. Then, with a could powerful strokes (or in this case just a step to two) he moves some to allow Umralar a bit more room in maneuvering a stool and what not.
"But first, you aren't getting off that easy." He gestures a bit with the mug o' Ale in the direction of the 'Wayang' now, instead of the docks. It seems he's proficient in the use of a mug as a gesturing tool, and took the feat to avoid spilling. He shakes his head from side to side. "What in the nine-realms of the inner sea's locker is a Wayang?" With his 'peace' said he leans back against the bar once more, the lines again secured with figure-eights. He takes a drink from his mug, enjoying the frothy Ale within, well it was a little frothy-er now with all the gesturing and nautical similes.
"But first, you aren't getting off that easy." He gestures a bit with the mug o' Ale in the direction of the 'Wayang' now, instead of the docks. It seems he's proficient in the use of a mug as a gesturing tool, and took the feat to avoid spilling. He shakes his head from side to side. "What in the nine-realms of the inner sea's locker is a Wayang?" With his 'peace' said he leans back against the bar once more, the lines again secured with figure-eights. He takes a drink from his mug, enjoying the frothy Ale within, well it was a little frothy-er now with all the gesturing and nautical similes.