[b]Name:[/b] No
[b]Level:[/b] 1
[b]Race:[/b] Dragon
[b]Class:[/b] Barbarian
[b]Date/Time:[/b] Day 1 / Morning
[b]Location:[/b] The Meeting Spot in the main lounge of the Greased Oak
[b]Tagging:[/b] Open, [@Ayemdar][@Cyrania][@Fetzen][@JackalopeLove][@Raizin][@Vec][@KoL] [b]Mentioned:[/b] Open

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The rejection had been more than cold. She hadn’t even given him a chance and she even drew a weapon on him. The barb forced a grin, trying to play off the drama she had created and salvage any fragment of his pride that he could find. His brows twitched a bit as the elf chose to rise and change seats to get as far away from him as she felt comfortable.

No faced the table to see some weird human talking about pies. His golden eyes glanced down at the one in the center of the table. The smell of the pie made his stomach ache, and a loud groan soon sounded from it as though a beast were roaring from inside it. He could have used some steak and eggs at that moment. His hand went to his belt, expecting to find a plump wallet full of coin only to feel nothing but his hip. Frowning, the dragon patted all about his belt frantically before he scooted back in his chair and stood, searching around the vicinity of the table.

His eyes grew in size as the possibility of him having been robbed dawned on him. When had it happened? His eyes accusatively went to the thieves at the table. He wasn’t sure they were thieves but they obviously dressed like them. Neither of them had approached him though.

Already in a bad mood after he was rejected so mercilessly, No’s hands balled into large fists that he slammed upon the table, but not hard enough to shatter it. It made the pie leap into the air and a loud [i]bang[/i] to demand everyone’s attention. Baring his jagged teeth, his near stark-white hair bristled like hackles as he growled, “Who stole my wallet? I work too *****ing (chat censor) hard to have some ****ing punk steal my hard-earned gold! WHO STOLE IT!?”

Gold was one of the dragon’s lovers, and he didn’t like being separated from her. Even more so now that he was hungry, cranky, and recovering from rejection. He felt like he could kill.