'And Master D'Velderan, please don't think that my giving the drink you bought for me to that drunkard was intended as a slight. It seemed the fastest way to get rid of him.'
'Pshaw! I never thought anything of the kind, Miss Tai! It was a very instinctual and clever ruse to get that drunkard to go away. I just decided that he needed to learn a little more respect for his betters... of which it appears we all are. Do not heed a second thought on the matter.'
He smiles grandly to the beautful changeling, and lifts his mug to his lips. He takes a long sip of his ale and is about to continue his attempts to woo the fine young thing when Zane whispers to them both under his breath...
'That chap who just came in seems to be a bit to interested in us then I'm comfortable with.'
Pohl's eyes narrow suspiciously, and ever-so-slightly he tilts his head to take a look at the figure. The leather of the the figure's cloak drops water all across the floor of the tavern, and Pohl tries his darndest to sneak a look at the face underneath. Being unable to, and seeing the figure still continue towards them, he makes the decision to try and move the group to a less crowded and more defensible area (on the off-chance this person is here to come to the defense of the dead warforged). He speak loudly to both Zane and Tai...
'Let us move to that area down the hallway to the chamberpots, shall we? It is getting mighty crowded in here and we could certainly use a bit more space, don't you think?'
He places his mug on the counter, lightly grabs Tai's elbow, and (never taking his eyes off the cloaked figure) tries to lead her away from the approaching figure towards the back of the room... naturally assuming Zane will follow.
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