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« on: January 31, 2013, 07:01:34 pm »
Druce sits in the back of the room, unarmed and unarmored. Despite that, he seems almost at home with a bunch of rowdy mercenaries and adventurers. Most seem to give him his berth, noticing a gleam of silver scales and reptilian eyes. And the wings don't help much either. He finds it rather amusing, and occasionally will move a man's drink a little further away from him. After all, what good is a charm if you can't have a little fun with it?
He looks down at the stool he's sitting on, meant for a human or half-orc apparently, as his legs barely reach past the edge. He watches intently, making sure everything is going as anticipated. He wonders when the festivities will start, whether it is the job or a drunken bar fight. Either would be fine with him, as long as the fighters kept their distance while he enjoyed his drink.