"You got booze there?"
Gelley asks, throwing her arms above her head to stretch. More out've idle arms than any real reason.
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"You got booze there?"
Gelley asks, throwing her arms above her head to stretch. More out've idle arms than any real reason.
Vierzt's ears swivel and he turns his head there. Yeah. Little old-fashioned though.
"Try me," Gelley says with a neat little grin. If Vierzt will lead the way, the pair can make their way back towards his place. Home thread, maybe?
Vierzt shrugs and heads out. To Home! Tomorrow.
Marty just frowns at Vierzt.
The Marty plotclone might notice Evan walk up to him as he stows the gigantic rifle Jormungandr in it's place.
Well that was interesting.
No plotclone, he dissapeared, just one Marty glaring. He does see Evan and turns his head in confusion. What was?
That Dark Elf, a super hero and yourself. It was a rather interesting encounter.
Marty nods slowly. Oh...uh...haha. Dark Elf? You mean Vierzt?
Yeah, him I guess.
Evan pauses a moment before offering Marty his hand to shake.
I go by Evan.
Marty accepts the hand. I'm Marty. He smiles.
Evan offers his usual easy smile as their handshake finishes.
So, there usually people this interesting in here?
He shrugs. Eh, it depends. Nexus is weird like that. You met my wife? Trissy'lene?
Yep. Quite the lady. You're definitely one of the most lucky guys around the Nexus.
The half-elf smiles happily. I know. She's a special lady. I love her more than anything...
Good.
Evan says with a quick nod.
Other than the pure entertainment value, I figure you know what I'm here for.
Marty raises an eyebrow. Oh? No...uh...not really. You want a drink?
That too but I was going more in the direction of the empty position I noticed.
Evan says with an amused expression.
Marty nods and smiles uneasily. He never did like people with huge weapons, but...it was part of life. Oh...uh...okay, you mean a bouncer?
That's fine.
But Evan catches Marty's uneasy expression.
You alright?
Me? Yeah...just...I don't like weapons.
Any particular reason or is it just that you aren't a fan of dangerous things in general? I can say that you'd be hard pressed to put them in more capable hands. Capable isn't just accuracy, it's knowing when to use your weapons.
I've just been on the receiving end of too many weapons...That, and I don't like explosive, sharp, or otherwise harmful things...Especially not knives...Daggers...Gah.. Marty frowns nervously. But...they are necessary. ...How much do you want per month?
I get that.
Evan says before he offers a rather low sum, especially considering he is obviously a mercenary that would normally be paid with insane amounts of money.
Marty nilods slowly. He did need the protection...He had finally repaired his beloved inn after that dragon attacked a few months ago. Oh...alright...I can accept that. Welcome. You're hired!
((I'll edit you into the staff list!))
NOO ENTRY
A haggard, slightly old looking drow with long sideburns and a long cut across his face stumbles in, looking between Marty and Evan with wild eyes.
Evan looks over at the old Drow as he walks up to him.
You okay?
The drow shakes head and pants. Water... I need mater...
Evan runs over to a tap and fills up a cup of water that he then hands to the old drow.