Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-933831-20160510024004/@comment-933831-20160614010600

The hooded man glanced over at Roelof, a glimpse of his eyes showing he was none too pleased that the man had come over to him. "...What I choose to do in this public room is of no concern to you. Such thoughtless sheep as you have no business in mine..." He then stood, walking from the common room towards the lobby and out of sight.

He passed by Gora and the heavily armed man, who was about as equally enthused about the confrontation. "Pardon, kid? You seen any of the people around here? Shifty bastards all. You're not too normal lookin' yourself. When there's treasure and money involved, you're either smart, and bringing a weapon... Or you're dead. And nothing's getting past my weapon." He pats the claymore on his back. "Now screw off, I'm off to enjoy my room to myself. Enjoy the commons." He then set off as well, heading upstairs, a can of ale in hand.

At that point, the coffee girl came out, handing Gora his coffee. "I'm really sorry, but I can't really talk, there's a full house in here..." She meekly powerwalked back into the commons with her tray. As she was passing by a group of people though, she let out an embarrassed yelp, almost dropping her tray as one of them had reached out, pinching her rear.

Quite a few people had seen it, the energetic saleswoman included. "Hey guys, leave her alone. Just with you three, there are six asses, so keep it to yourselves." One of the men took slight offense to that, and walked over, glacing at some of her wares.

"Yeah? And who are you? You're just a traveller who decided to set up shit here to sell." He put his had to knock over one of the little racks she'd set up, but she smacked the hand with a piece of licorice candy, making him pull his hand back.

"Well... Yeah. Isn't that the smart thing to do? Lots of people here are longing for food, booze, toys for kids, stuff like that. So unless you're looking to buy something, sit down and leave the women working harder than your lazy ass alone." She seemed overtly cocky, leaning back against the improptu counter. He wound up to make a punch, but she easily deked to the side, placing an elbow firmly into his head, tripping and taking him down with ease, and stomping his throat very hard. Were it not for his aura, he'd be in a bad situation. "Yeeeaaah, no. Shoo." She took her foot off his throat, and with a bit more effort than she'd have liked, she pushed the guy with an "Mmph!" over near his friends. The coffee girl had made herself scarce for a moment, but the Merchant now had a decent line-up, happy with the free publicity.