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"So young and spunky, think you know it all do you? Perhaps at one time I was a mage? Could you tell from looking at me? No? Well even if I don't have "Arcane Arts" an enchanted blade is as good as any? I have stolen a repertoire of them. not to mention in a hypothetical situation like that the lich would be too detoured by its own rotten brain to conceive of all the tricks I know. Gerbo himself could only guess a handful, lich or no lich. Though if you really want to find out i suppose the only true way to know would be for me to kill him wouldn't it?" waving his hand through the air nonchalantly three daggers appeared between his knuckles then fell back into nothingness with a flick of the wrist. "Tell me, you seem to have a odd smell about you. Perhaps your going to that new school for necromancy and "Dark arts"? Now what sort of mage would want to study so much on liches and foul creatures like those? Perhaps one who wished to create one? Or one who admires them? Perhaps someone who fears them?" Taking a break he swigs another long drink from the dwarven ale and shudders cracking joints being heard like dice hitting the floor. "The fighter is the only one here aside from gerbo that seems to be interesting. Not usual for a swordsman to devote his time to magic as swordsmanship requires large amounts of time to perfect. One could say it was a philosophy not an practice. So to see someone torn between magic and might makes me wonder a bit myself. What would drive a mage to adopt a sword or a swordsman to practice magic?"

Fury saunters into the tavern, looking around. "Interesting place", he thought to himself. "What is that strange miasma in the air, sucking the very will out of the local adventurers?" He continued silently. Fury sensed their willingness, even eagerness at the thought of battle. Yet not one of them was out crawling dungeons, destroying the inhabitants and claiming their treasure. Moving to a quiet corner Fury sat, pondering the strange situation.

*Not on the approved adventurer's list yet, but with the post action bar down, I guess it makes little difference. Hopefully, everything will be fixed soon. I want to give this battle system a workout!* mrgreen

Addressing Piro, Fury says,"True, true we should find adventure wherever we may. But without the blessings of the powers-that-be, I am reluctant to press further..."

Fury stands, interested at the prospect of getting some practice in. "Sounds good to me, where do you want to do this?

Sounds good. Let's do it!

Fury enters the Tavern once again, noticing the shy-seeming young man in the corner. Moving to the bar, he says,"You wouldn't perchance, happen to have any tea back there, would you?" The bartender gives a quiet sigh, bends down and pulls out a old-looking jar. The lid is well sealed however, making an audible pop when opened. Mixing some leaves into the hot water, he pushes it towards Fury, a slight smirk on his face. "Thank you," Fury says, taking a table near the quiet young man.

Fury studies the young man, unsure as to whether he should try to engage him in conversation. Judging by the sad expression upon his face, it would seem that something is bothering the young man. Clearing his throat, Fury says,"Excuse me, but is everything alright? You seem a bit out of sorts at the moment. If you would like to talk, I would be happy to listen. My name is Fury." Sitting back casually, Fury awaits a response.