[b]Robin Throckmorton
Inside the Boot Buckle, Deliar[/b]

Shivering his shoulders as the nobleman left, he leaned heavily on the bar, looking around to find his red-haired love again, but she seemed to have been abducted indefinately by her mother. 'twas a sad occasion then, and that only meant he could use the drink Lord Valfrunde just bought him with his 'great forgiveness'. Accepting the cups he commenced an organized roar of laughter through his men and the present people to get the atmosphere back on track, before leaning on the bar heavily again and sighing deeply. [b]"'Tis a shame that these noble pricks get to do what they want. Vincent's a good lad and owes me one, but we can't help it that we're underpaid all the time. Heck, I know of some lads that they can't even afford whores nor charisma anymore. Sad times. By the way, d'you by any chance happen to know where that red-haired lass comes from? She seemed like a very ... intelligable companionship for a cultured man like me."[/b] He began talking to Jymson, at first melancholic but more feisty as he proceeded.