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Arc smiled shyly, brushing stray blond locks from his eyes. He looked the boy over who’d just relieved him of his problem. “Thanks.” He was unsure of what to say right away. Normally he was quite empathic and knew the right things to say, but currently he was a little out of place, and thus this empathic skill of his was a little out of whack. “My name is Arc. What’s yours?” As a healer he found it good to be respectable and the such, especially since he was only a novice at best, though his teacher told him he had great potential.

His gaze did drift to the men. They were large and fearsome, and this was only the conclusion made from their appearance. “Perhaps we should just let them off with a warning. I doubt they really meant any harm.” He said this was he grabbed his things quickly, already decided that he was going to stick with this time manipulating wizard.

(*Eye twitch* This is entertaining, but I think it will surely drive me to insanity, heh.)

‘Thank you Sura.” He blushed as Sura called him cute and his other flirting comment, though quickly wiped the thoughts from him mind. “I was studying up on healing people without the use of magic, and I found it too quiet in my room and decided to go someplace with a little more substance, though this place ended up being a little more rowdy than I’d have hoped it would be.”

Arc patted down his robes as he sat down at the table, which he had followed Sura to. “And no, I think they should live with this pain. Not that I want them to suffer, but hopefully it will teach them some respect for the law and other human beings.” He smiled brightly at this.

Lor twirled her blade on the tip of her finger, hat pulled low over her eyes. The dagger balanced precariously, dividing her view of the room evenly. From her vantage point, she was able to watch the developing drama. The shadowdancer had briefly considered sinking a knife in the back of one of the goons, but then she would ruined that poor (and rather desperate) time mage's fun.

From the way it played out, Lor found herself wondering if Sura had paid those men to bug the new kid. She resolved to keep a close eye on the targeted white mage, just to make sure he didn't get taken advantage of.

She glanced down at the rosary around her neck, smiling strangely. "There's my penance for the day," she muttered, looking up to the ceiling. Lucky for her, it also doubled as tonight's entertainment.

Scarlet swung open the doors loudly and stomped in, her prada's clciking against the ahrd wood floor.

"I want a keg of Vodka and i want it NOW!" she said angrily, showing people out of the way as she mad her way ofer to the counter, impatiently drumming her fingernails, filled to a sharp point and painted over with bloodred nail polish.

Arc looked from Sura to the shadows up high in the tavern’s rafters, but saw nothing of course, though he presumed that some one was there. He shrugged it off though; he hadn’t done anything to anybody. Well, then again he hadn’t done anything to those men either. Still, he had other things on his mind, such as this Sura fellow himself, and this new lady who’d just barged into the establishment barking out order. With all of this commotion it might be a good idea for him not to drink, so he pushed the glass away and smiled curtly at Sura. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure if I want anything like that tonight. But thank you.” He stood and made his way to the bar. He didn’t want to trouble anybody anymore than he already had. “Water please.” He stood at the opposite side of the bar as the loud woman.

Sura gasped. He was surprised that a woman as petite as that would start a fight with him, much less be that strong.

He looked over at Arc, worriedly. There was something about this woman. He couldn't sense a conscience anywhere on her. But still, he decided that maybe it would be best to try and break the ice. The woman strangely invigorated him.

"Um, what is your name?" Sura asked as politely as he could. "I'm Sura." He tried to ignore that Scarlet just ruined his drink, and should pay him for that out of respect.

Lor just looked at Sura, her smile never faltering. It was obvious she'd made the right decision deciding to watch after the new kid, since the moronic misogynist was more deranged than usual tonight.

She ignored Scarlet, since she wasn't really in the mood for anymore stupidity. The shadowdancer did keep her knife at her fingertips though, ready to throw it at the next person to say something stupid. However, to all appearances, she was merely enjoying a beer quietly, her eyes bright in the dim tavern light.