"Its settled then, Tollo welcome to the group." Keera piped up ruffling the boys hair a little. Garekk on the hand had replaced his axe in its holster stood silent.
Frank... please I don't want to see Tollo get hurt. I'll have to protect him. If he was that desperate to get into the thieves guild... He then looked to his companions bearing his races' massive fangs.
"I'll agree with you on that one Cattleya. I think its all time we got some food and I know just the place. Its across town, but its a large pub complete with some of the best beer this side of the wasteland. It may be several centuries out of date for all we know but magic keeps it fresh!" The orc grinned as he turned out the door.
While the heros of Sanctum left the shop with their young rogue companion in toe, They didn't know what else the wastes had in store for their little group.
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He saw the burly man charging recklassly towards him. Casually Alwyn the Half sidestepped him great ease and let a swift kick lay the human to the ground. His boot now planted on the aggressor's chestplace Alwyn gave a wicked smile. The human had insulted him in a barfight just the last day and the half-elf was determined that his reputation was there. His sword, lean and sharp with the point of a thistle was planted right where his heart was.
The man was begging for him to let him go.
There would be no mercy here in bloodbath.
From the stands the crowd cheered, all except for one onlooker who meerly grinned.
He had found one...
