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Marco was about to order another beer when a Man with dark hair settled a few seats down the bar. He ordered a water and Marco stood up and walked over to him. "Water? This is a bar!! Get him a beer, tender, on me," Marco said and slapped the dark hair man's back. He leaned over and looked at him. He looked a bit dirty, and Marco assumed he had been traveling. "See that girl over there, with the dark hair? She kicked me! Feisty little thing, she is." He grinned and imagined putting her in her place. The man was dominant, and a woman shouldn't get out of her place. He thought of his lover back home and his grin faded. "If she weren't a woman, I'm not sure if she'd still have that leg anymore," Marco shook his head and folded his hands over his chest and stared at the two girls. "The blonde one's who I'm after. Pretty, ain't she? Pretty beat up, that's for sure, but if you get up close her eyes are this crazy grey color," he squinted over at her, and she glanced up at him. Her eyes darted between him and the new guy sitting next to him. Her eyes narrowed then glanced back over to Garth. Marco wasn't able to follow her gaze, so he contented himself with turning back to the guy next to him. "Of course, I'm not at the top of her list right about now. I guess I could give feisty a chance.." He trailed off. "So what brings you here? You didn't get any alcohol, so I assume you're not here to drown your sorrows.. The name's Marco." He concluded. A few men had had been drinking with were stumbling out of the bar, so he went to help get them out the door. As he was helping steady man a bit bigger than him, he lost his foot and crashed into a table, knocking it, and whatever was on it, to the floor. As he rubbed his head, he glanced up to see a man in blue and grey robes.

As Marco stood up, he rubbed his head again. "One too many bears... err beers." The stuff in Arandia must have been stronger than the beer he had back at home. He never got this drunk, ever. He couldn't remember a time he slurred his words, and he never got drunk enough to forget the night. "Sorry," he said gruffly. He stumbled back over to the bar, a few feet away from each of the strangers. He ordered a water and splashed it over his face, shaking off a bit of the alcohol.


Talia saw Kanon looking at her hands and casually dropped them in her lap. She slipped on hand into her small bag and felt around for a few coins. "I'm known as the K but you can call me Kanon. I apologize for sticking my nose into your business. It's just that I'm a bit hot-tempered. As my apologies your food is my treat." Kanon concluded.

"Clearly," Talia said dryly in response to the hot-tempered comment. "It's fine. He went away so.. I can't complain," Talia shrugged. "Thanks," she said. She wasn't about to even think of arguing with Kanon about buying her food. As she felt the few bronze coins, she wasn't even sure she'd have enough to get an inn tonight. As she continued to silently feel around, she realized that she didn't have enough to get an inn. She kept her face neutral, and pushed away her plate. She glanced up and saw Marco with a new guy, leaning against the counter, staring at her and Kanon. She continued to steal glances at him, but was soon being amused as he fumbled around, soon crashing into the wizard. He mumbled something about bears, but she couldn't make it out. She let out a sharp breath, similar to a laugh and shook her head. "Drunkards," she simply stated. She began to ponder her options for the night. Doing... favors... always brought in at least a gold coin, and if not a few silvers were sure to result. The last time she tried doing that, Vanth was pissed. She crossed that off the list and was silently hoping there would be a cheap inn around here somewhere. "What's the blood from?" Talia asked Kanon. When she looked closer, she realized that the girl had bruises and cuts of her own. "I can heal that for you," Talia offered. She would be able to heal these herself and not access Vanth. Presently, she was trying to force him out of her head, but it was a hard fight. He was backing up, but she could tell he was angry that she was pushing him out. "Here," Talia said and laid her fingers on Kanon's arms, careful not to let her palms touch. She knew how much trouble she could get in, being a healer with dark magic.