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Max turned his attention to the bartender, who seemed to be poking around his tome. Quickly tucking it away in the small traveling pack he carried, he chuckled.

"Indeed, yet I don't see why no books should be found in bars. These are places to find information after all. Sorry about that, I'm hardly the book worm but I do like to glance at my studies a bit from time to time. Keeps my mind fresh." he commented to the man with slight sarcasm, but genuine kindness.

Pulling out his coin pouch he didn't have much left. "I'm afraid my funds aren't that great, but I do have coin. It sort of took most of my funds to get to this town, but I would like a bowl of soup if it doesn't cost too much...and some spring water. I know, water is a silly thing to ask for in a bar, but I can't drink on an empty stomach. Still, if the soup is too much then I'll pay you back by washing dishes or mopping up during closing time. I wouldn't want to damper your business any." he stated kindly, yet sounding a bit disheartened.

Usually he was able to find some work to keep his coins up, but lately most places were dry. Hopefully this town would provide different. Scrillo turned to face Morgan her dragon eyes gleaming with gentle kindness.

"Do not worry about me mortal, I do not feed. I have no stomach after all." she mused casually. Her eyes glancing around the bar out of curiosity mostly.

Interesting, this Human was very kind. Smiling warmly Max gave a nod. "Sure I'll carve a rune for you. Though that will depend on the kind of charm you like. I can carve anything, but I'll need something to place the rune on." he stated wondering if he was confusing the man.

Pulling out the tome he began to flip through it. The best way to get someone to understand was threw examples. Opening to a page containing a symbol that looked to be a pair of wings elegantly entangled in strong roots. "Each rune I carve has magical effects. Like this one for example, this rune allows flight. Carved onto a feather and worn anyone, no matter how much they weigh, can fly and become light as well..heh...a feather. You want a rune to make yourself stronger...."

As Max explained he flipped a couple pages and pointed to a rune in the shape of a bull's head. "....carve this into a ring and you'll have immense strength. I'm sure a lot of your mugs get broken here...I do have a fortify rune that can---" a loud laugh echoed about the room as one of the drunk patrons was listening.

"Are you daft! -hic- Ain't no way a ring will make ya strong!" a largely muscular man mocked, apparently he had too many. Must have been one of the locals that came to drink often. "'Course judgin' by those noodly arms of yours I doubt any magical doo-dad would help give you any muscle. Ya ain't nothin' but a con man! I wouldn't listen to this fop here who makes magical doodles. Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Slam!

In slight anger he closed the tome, then gave the bartender a nod. Pulling out a ring of his own, with the bull head symbol, he sighed. Max hated using this but Rune Carving was kind of a sacred thing for his race. A small crowd of people watched as he calmly stood up and walked over to the drunken man's table.

Putting the ring on his finger, it sparkled softly in the dim light. With a wry smirk, he slammed his hands on the table, causing it to flip up and smack the drunkard in the face, causing him to tip over and fall to the ground. Cursing the man got to his feet, obviously too drunk to focus. People around them laughed as the man's face grew red with anger.

"Ya wanna fight you wimpy fop! -hic- I still say your magic doodles ain't real! A-Any man can flip a table! Now ya made me mad, so get ready ta feel my fist!!!" he roared suddenly lunging a drunken punch at Max, who easily dodged.

Whirling his fist back he swung, and like slow motion the man was shot across the room, making a hole in the wall, as he easily crashed through it and lay on the streets unconscious. Cracking his knuckles the room was silent as the patrons stared at him. "As you can see, impressive strength, thanks to the rune carved in this ring." he stated calmly with a turn, a gentle expression on his face. Like the man's words hadn't phased him one bit.

"Sorry for the hole, when I get a bit more coins I'll pay to have it fixed. Now then, is there a rune you'd like me to carve for you sir?" he stated kindly smiling.

Scrillo just grinned at the drunken fool. Mortals who swam that much in alcohol should be punched through a wall. Some of the patrons were backing away from Max wondering just who this odd stranger was.

"well I'm sure Mori would be happy to show you!" Tilly said, looking to Mori. Mori blushed some and looked down a bit.

"M-maybe later, it's too crowded in here." Mori said. As she heard a commotion from over by the bar Mori would look back up. It looked like two of the other patrons were about to get into a fight. Though the fight its self was short lived it was at least a bit impressive given some one was sent through the wall. Mori flinched as Elza shrieked and tried to move as far from the fight as she physically could. Mori quickly went to make sure Elza was alright, bringing Tilly with her. "E-Elza are you ok?" Mori asked, putting her hands on Elza's shoulder. Tilly climbed back up her belly and rubbed it as she tried to help calm her down.

(Goddamn it Gaia! I had an awesome post all written out and it logged me out when I tried to post it and lost everything... scream )

"Most people aim for the window..." Morgan comments as he surveyed the damage.

Breaking the silence Runk applauded his approval of the new door but stopped after noticing some of the looks he was getting.

"Although I suppose a new window there wouldn't hurt anybody..." Morgan adds. Waving off Gromit as the warforged moved towards Max to escort him out, Morgan continues. "You mentioned something about a rune that could fortify stuff?

"Th-that's good." Mori said with a smile. She tilted her head some at Elza's mention of her not liking violence. This was a bit of a surprise for her. Her knowlege of amazons was that while they were not a particularly violent race but they were a warrior race.

"we can leave if you'd rather not stay." Tilly said, her small soft body bounced by the occasional kick. Mori's free hand moved to rub Elzas belly as well. "wow they're getting pretty worked up in there." Tilly said, rubbing Elzas belly as well.

Taking a few more deep breaths, Elza was able to calm herself, bringing one hand to rub the underside of her belly, so that between her, Tilly and Mori, she was almost completely covered. "No, I'm fine. I was more....startled than anything. I...It's sort of a long story." She looked away for a moment, then turned back to the girls. "And besides, I really haven't gotten to eat yet. Let's all sit down, shall we? Now that the little ones are starting to settle, I should be able to eat."

"W-well, if you're sure." Mori said. She helped Elza stand up, Tilly going limp since Mori needed both of her hands to do this. Mori looked over at their table and saw Elza's bowl of soup. "O-oh my you're right, I-I'm sorry I didn't notice I-I thought you had h-had some." She said. After helping her back to the table she sat down on her side and Tilly jumped back to life. Tilly gave Elza's belly one last pat.

"Now you be good for mama." She said before going and climbing up onto the table. Once up she walked over to the little basket of bread and pushed it over a bit closer to Elza so she could reach it.

Ravia was busy doing something with her familliar, Gwenhwyfar turned to the barkeep hovering to the left. "Say Morgan... have you heard tales of any other moon elves coming though this way? Two older ones, traders?" Gwen asked finishing her elderflower water.