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[indent][indent][indent][color=gray][sub][right][color=#dc143c][b]Location:[/b][/color] Wayfarer's Retreat -- The City of Thorinn, Aetheria[/right][/sub][/color]
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[i][color=dc143c]'Fuckingpieceofshitmotherfuckinglittlebitch...'[/color][/i]

Graves sat in silent contemplation, stewing on the wrong done to him. His attention was focused on a stream of dark liquid: it was flowing off the top of his head, down into a half-empty mug set down on the table before him. Wisps of primordial energy kept the ale contained, stopping even a drop from spilling out. His efforts seemed to be proving fruitful as his face, hair and clothing were [i]mostly[/i] dry by now. Just a few more seconds, annddd...

Something came crashing onto the table, shouting nonsense and splashing ale everywhere. It shattered Graves's concentration, spilling alcohol across the wood. [color=dc143c]"Ah, come on!"[/color]

One final, defeated huff left him as he decided to just live with it. He leaned all his weight onto his elbows and looked over at Leaves, trying his best to conceal his annoyance. Doubtful that she'd care, though; she was already talking a mile a minute after making her grand entrance. It was lot. Too much, after the shitshow he had just failed to clean up-- and move on-- from. At the very least he could be glad she wasn't a dickhole about it.

[color=dc143c]"S'pose so. Anything's better than sticking 'round here,"[/color] he grunted, his hand idly grabbing at the nearest mug. [color=dc143c]"Just got back from the wilds n' I'm already ready to leave again."[/color] Life was a lot easier when there weren't any people in it. He took a swig.

The raid itself wasn't something he was ecstatic about, if he was being honest. It'd pay well, sure. But Graves didn't play Pariah to delve into dungeons to go treasure hunting. He'd done it plenty, though he wasn't like Leaves: hitting the top of the DPS charts and climbing the leaderboards. No, he was made to do something different, and he was a damn sight better at that than anybody else in the room. Kalie might make him break a sweat. [i]Maybe[/i].

[color=dc143c]"Oh!"[/color] Graves blinked, seemingly remembering they weren't alone. He waved a hand over at Seele. [color=dc143c]"This is uh...Jesus, did you tell me your name? Hope not. I think she heals, er, somethin'. Didn't really ask."[/color]
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