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"Oh please... Talk about over dramatic." Eyeing the newcommer with a scrutinizing eye he frowned beneathe his mask and sighed. "I give you a ten for the entrance but a three for the begging and unapropriate cuteness." Taking a drink he then threw a dagger at the ceiling catching it as it fell back down. "Besides magic is a very belittleing artform. Things die or explode true, but theres no money in it. Unless you want to perform tricks in a local tavern." Turning his piercing stare toward gerbo he returned to looking in his drink for some sign of taste, which to this point he believed it had none."

"Airship? Intriguing. Perhaps there more to our little business venture then we thought eh gerbo?" Slyly elbowing the little mage he sighed. "The carnage the pillaging the endless flows of loot, and of course i'll be captain of the airship "Titanic". Thats a good name right Titanic? Sounds stable and sturdy good to last a thousand years or more!" Standing on the table he swept his arms around the room. "I'm enlisting everyone who cares to join me and my first mate gerbo on the airship Titanic."

Lazarus smiled lightly, and began to polish the front of his shield. He shook his head slowly, as he finnished pollishing the shield. Slinging it over his back, he smiles lightly, and double checks his spell book.

"Heh, that's just too funny."

Laz shook his head, smiling lightly, "Gently gnome-man, I was not laughing at you, but at your "friend" over here, assuming he'd get majority controll over something that came into posession of someone else. I mean, your magic would not make him money, so why would it get him a ship?"

Laz looked around for a waiter, and ordered a drink, flicking back his hair, so that it didn't cover his eyes.

"Unfortunately gnome I dont semm to think an airship would be profitable either. Imagine what maintenance must cost, oh and how about the miserable mages who would always covet and attack you. Not to mention the dragons griphons and other flying beasties that your ships airspace may bother. Also its hard to sneak with a ship that floats in view of everyone constantly." Frowning at the other mage beneathe his mask he started cutting a groove in the table with his dagger. "You must be new around here so take a moment to considder your words carefully. Laughing at thieves leads down a path many do not travel lightly and sometimes few survive." Turning back to the gnome he seemed to lighten up a bit and stare at the pink drink he had in his hand. "Albetross sounds so mundane though for a flying magic ship. I mean if you want it to sound like a plain old bird whom can be taken out with a single arrow then fine be on with it, but it still seems like a wizard of..." He did his best to surpress a laugh but ended up chuckling anyhow. Gesturing at the pink drink with a gloved hand. "...Your obviously special tastes, could be a bit more creative than that."

Laz took th edrink, and sniffed it lightly, looking at the liquid inside. It didn't smell toxic, so he took a small sip. The strength of the drink was a bit more than he was used to, but it wasn't too bad. He sat there, listening to the mage and the thief talk, as he sipped the drink. His mind continued to go to the thought of spells and items from a school of necromancy. How he would love to get involved with their games.

Lazeras smiled lightly, taking another sip from his cup, "Technically, there is a chance that old Gerbo here could transform into a lich if you killed him in a horribly bloody way, and his soul refused to let go of his magic. Then, in that instance, he would conitnue to cast his magic from the afterlife. And yes, most lich's actually do retain their memories, so it would still be him in mind and spirit, if not completely in body."

Lazeras smiled once more as he took another sip from his cup, and ran his fingers over the edge of his shield, picturing a magical creature he could conjure to match it's defenses.

Adressing the lesser mage with a grin he already expected that reply. "Then I'd stab him again and again till he stayed dead, for you see once you pop a gnome you just cant stop." Turning around he nearly fell from his chair. "My god your repulsive! your mother must have been ashamed and exiled herself on purpose! Judging by your smell.... your some sort of fighter class and judgeing by your association with the mini mage your more likely associated with the arcane arts as well. Now you see at this point there are three counter arguers. Comparitively there is but one me. How cowardly that it would take three mages to outwit one thief yet alas perhaps the tests for magehood have slackened in this dark day we live in. Sit discuss your trade with us since im sure at least two of the three people at this table would love to look at you and or listen to your heartfelt tales of magic and other things." Taking a moment to throw a wire around a passing bottle of what he assumed to be dwarven ale he pulled it close and downed it in one drink hoping he might at least get a tiny buzz and forget what the spellsword was about to say.

((btw im only roleplaying this jerkish rogue im not actually a jerk irl so dont take anything personally, im trying to associate what i think will spawn the most conversation and hopefully keep the tavern as a high up roleplaying thread... so yeah probably didnt need to explain myself but looking back things could result in a nasty pm if i strike a wrong cord.))