Despite his sour mood concerning the Drow Diron managed to put that all past him when Fate came with his drink. He picked it up from the bar with a small nod to Fate and took a large drink from it. Yeah, it still tasted horrible. Dirion had know clue how [i]anyone[/i] could mess up ale that bad, but Busker always managed to pull through and surprise him evertime.

Dirion just stood their and enjoyed his drink for a bit. He was still surprised at the amount of people that had come through the door. A place like Buskers was for drunks like himself. He hated to think of any of these young men and women ending up like him. With a frown once more on his face Dirion went to take another large swig of his poison before some [b]nutjob[/b] yelled right in his ear.

[color=gray]"Oh, gasp! What is this I see?”[/color]

Dirion's head jerked to his side to see some man that as far as Dirion could tell looked homeless! The loud yelling in his ear had shaken up the headache he had been nursing for a bit, changing it from a minor annoyance to feeling like someone was kicking his head. With the mood Dirion had been in he was very seriously considering decking the man. Busker would be upset, but who cares? Dirion knew he was better than that though, so after a second of leering at the man Dirion decided to just drop it.

And the very second Dirion decided to drop it the man thought it wise to start touching him! Was this guy drunk too?! Dirion once again felt like punching him but he kept himself reigned in. He would not stoop so low.

The homeless man took his hand away from Dirion's neck to reveal it covered in blood. And then, to [i]really[/i] try and get him to punch him the man made a [b][i]hilarious[/i][/b] joke; [color=gray]”Oh, my! Looks like you are the bloodiest of us all."[/color]

Funny! Really, [i]really[/i] funny. Dirion's fist clenched and he had a look of anger on his face. What's not funny about some maniac Drow throwing a knife at you thinking you were a bard? Nothing! That's what. Dirion started to spit out with as much venom as he could muster and unfortunately with quite a bit of slurring, [color=teal]"Real funny you piece.. of.."[/color] And then he paused and thought for a moment.

Where had the blood come from?

With a sickening feeling in his stomach Dirion reached up to his neck. He felt something warm, wet and sticky. And yes he was aware of how that sounded. He brought it back down to his eyes to see it covered in crimson blood. Normally when he was sober Dirion would have realized he didn't feel a wound that could cause the blood, and thus he would try and stay calm until he could figure out if he was even harmed at all. But as you already know Dirion is [i]very much[/i] not sober.

His mind started whirling. Who did this to him? How!? He hadn't felt anything happen to him! Did someone attack him while he slept at his table and he had only noticed just now? Wouldn't he of woken up if someone sliced his throat in his sleep? What happened?!

More people were starting to talk and yell. The bard's music that had managed to life his spirits was being drowned out by stomping feet and chattering mouths. He was faintly aware that he was being talked to, by a number of people even. But all it did was serve to confuse him even more. And then in Dirion's panic the answer came to him.

Magic. 

Surely it was magic that had harmed him so! No one had touched him so it was the only possible answer. And their was only one magic user he was aware of. [b][i]The Drow.[/i][/b] She had thrown a knife at him not a second earlier and didn't even bother to apologize! With a new rage in his heart Dirion looked down to his hand not caked in blood to find a knife. Had he grabbed it? He must have.

Instead of an ale-colored blur now all that Dirion saw was red. He looked to the part of the bar where the Drow had been to see that she was gone. Stomping off to another part of the room. She thought she could just walk away from him?! Throw a knife at someone and then ignore him eh'? Little did that Drow know that Dirrion also knew how to throw a knife. His time on the road had taught him much. Plus you need something to entertain yourself with when you travel alone.

Gripping the knife by the tip of the blade and completely ignoring the fact that he was far too drunk for this sort of thing Dirrion yelled at the top of his lungs, with unbridled rage in his voice and for the first time tonight his words did not slur. [color=teal]"Hey!"[/color]

With his hand behind his head he jerked his arm forward, continuing, [color=teal]"What did you do to me!?[/color] And with that he released his grip on the dagger let if fly.

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