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[b][color=634533]Location:[/color][/b] River Port
[b][color=634533]Interactions/Mentions:[/color][/b] [@mole][@Conscripts]
[b][color=634533]Equipment: [/color][/b] Knife, drugs, and wallet looted from dope peddler
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Vasco, quick on his feet, sidestepped Rowan’s haymaker. He was fixing to return the knuckle sandwich, but one look at Aurora’s  waterworks and he held back. 

At this rate, she’d shrivel up like a sun-dried prune. Word was Vasco had some kinda power over water - could he juice her up to keep her pretty face from cracking? 

[color=93d8f1]“You’re going to ruin her.”[/color] Rowan spat, snapping Vasco out of his thoughts. 

Vasco let out a dry laugh. He might’ve been enough of a gentleman not to lay out the elf right in front of his sis, but Vasco sure as hell wasn’t about to let him get the last word. [color=C2B4A7]“Nah, you already beat me to that punch.”[/color]

Suddenly, Vasco felt himself hauled up by the collar. A button flew off from the force of it. Barrock glowered down at him with a look that reminded Vasco of old Mother Superior when she caught him doing something she didn’t approve. Actually, the guy kind of looked like her too, just greener and more beef on him. [color=265828]“You stay quiet.”[/color]

Vasco flashed the same wise-acre grin he’d have given the nun herself. It stayed there while Barrock tore into Rowan, and didn’t budge an inch when the orc rounded on him next.

But it was the [color=265828]“You are not a messiah as you think you are. Stay in your lane!”[/color] that made Vasco howl with laughter. He gave the orc a friendly slap. [color=C2B4A7]“Barrock, you may be ugly as sin, but damn if you ain’t a riot!”[/color] Him, a messiah? Not in this lifetime or the next. And where did this palooka get off telling him to stay in his lane? The orc had another thing coming if he thought Vasco was the type to dance to someone else’s tune.

Vasco brushed him off with a cocky wave. [color=C2B4A7]“Well, you heard Mother Superior, ladies. Let’s shake a leg.”[/color]

Too bad for the boys, Vasco being Vasco, he couldn’t split without ruffling a few more feathers on the way out. He leaned in real close to Aurora, so close it looked like he pecked her on the cheek. But his lips never touched her skin. Like how those ritzy French folks do. La bise or la bees or something like that. [color=C2B4A7]“MWAH!”[/color] He gave an exaggerated smack before pulling away with a wink. [color=C2B4A7]“Ruin you later, toots.”[/color] Then he lit off like his keister was on fire, cackling, before any of those mooks could grab him. 

He kept cackling even louder, trying to drown out that damn ringing in the distance that just wouldn’t quit.[/color]