Moarka regarded Mangar with a raised eyebrow, a bit taken aback with the intesity of his sudden flaring mood, she dealt with fiery temperaments on a daily basis but so far Mangar had just seemed like a harmless drunk. It wasn't the confrontation she was looking for at the moment and she huffed a bit chastised." Sorry I asked...." Her eye moved to Tovan for a moment and then back to Mangar, something he said struck a nerve but she made attempts to hide that fact. Instead she just left Mangar to his own devices ad returned to her spot behind the counter, angrily snatching a cloth and started polishing the surface of the counter with it. She offered the Drow one more angry look before she decided to focus on her work and not her personal vendetta with an entire race.
Tovan crossed her, answering as he passed Moarka without giving her any significant look. "I bloody will not... You've 'ad enough fer the damn moment longshanks... Clear up and maybe I'll throw ya another drink but as of now yer cut off, only water and that's it...Don't like it go wet yer damn tongue somewhere else..." Tovan was still talking when he passed Mangar, mechnical grabbing arm swiftly picking up the tankard that Mangar dropped and putting it on the tray of a passing barmaid. The dwarf went on to sit in his spot, a private booth in the far corner of The Inn, and took out an ornate pipe made from a warm-hued stone and only lightly ornamented with a scaled pattern upon the faces of its faceted bowl. Much like Tovan himself, the pipe is rugged and practical, without fanciful trappings and decoration that suggested he was anything more then what was seen. He filled it with tobacco and lit it with a welding instrument attached to his mechanical appendage. Puffs of swirling smoke rose from the pipe, Tovan's single eye locked on entrance, knowing full well who was about to enter.
Captain Elion Tame, Captain of The Void Hunter, experienced treasure hunter, former Steward and a man known for his daring plans that yielded a high reward but often at the cost of his crew. He was the sort of man that attracted individuals looking for a big score, daredevils and those with ambitions to become rich or escape the life of piracy with one last job...or die trying. The seasoned space pirate had one hand resting on the pommel of his trusted plasma sword while the other stroked his beard thoughtfully. He stopped just after passing "Snippy", giving the local patrons time to soak in his rogueish charisma. His eyes went around those present in the establishment, picking out possible prospects... Tiefling, cyborg, Shirrens...an eyebrow raised at the sight of a Drow, that certainly was rather unusual... Some less obvious talent might be hidden... His eyes finally stopped on the Dwarf sitting in the corner of the tavern, he glanced to the hulking Vesk at his side and nodded before aproaching the Dwarf in a straight line and humbly asked for an audience with the infamous proprietor of The Inn.
Krong walked into the Inn, Doshko resting over his shoulder and clawed thumb hooked on his broad leather belt. To the uninitiated the fierce polearm would look like an oddly shaped club with obvious mechanical parts. Those with knowledge on martial hardware would easily recognize the Doshko, a Vesk developed weapon also known as a Plasma-Axe, a brutally efficient weapon that reflected the Vesk's penchant for ending fights as quickly as possible with complete victory. The Vesk almost sneered while looking around, he (or she..it's hard to tell if you don't know vesk) obviously had little love for his current location and wasn't afraid to show it. While the captain was unconcerned with anything except Tovan, Krong the Vesk was keeping an eye on the other patrons; His body language misleadingly suggested a confident state of relaxation, for those knowing the subtleties of physical expression it would be obvious that the Vesk was ready for a fight...The occasional twitch of his heavy reptilian tail a subtle giveaway for those with more Exo-or Xenopological interests.
It was easy to miss the small "mousy" Keesh if you weren't paying attention as she was either hiding behind the captain's leg or scurrying between him and the hulking Vesk. The Ysoki with the pure white pelt walked with an obvious discomfort and skittish disposition. Beedy red eyes darting around and head turning from side to side as if there might be danger around every corner...she wasn't far from the truth really. "Automated defenses already have lock on us..not good not good...nonono... please don't do anything stupid...pleasepleaseplease..."The Ysoki murmured to herself as she followed her captain, tail curled inwards to express her fear. The looks she got from those patrons that noticed her made her nod and grin nervously, dispensing nervous greetings that conveyed a stance of worry and insecurity. "Hello...hello...hi...we're good..yesyes...hi..don't mind me...Just passing through hehe..nothing to see here, nono..."
Tovan crossed her, answering as he passed Moarka without giving her any significant look. "I bloody will not... You've 'ad enough fer the damn moment longshanks... Clear up and maybe I'll throw ya another drink but as of now yer cut off, only water and that's it...Don't like it go wet yer damn tongue somewhere else..." Tovan was still talking when he passed Mangar, mechnical grabbing arm swiftly picking up the tankard that Mangar dropped and putting it on the tray of a passing barmaid. The dwarf went on to sit in his spot, a private booth in the far corner of The Inn, and took out an ornate pipe made from a warm-hued stone and only lightly ornamented with a scaled pattern upon the faces of its faceted bowl. Much like Tovan himself, the pipe is rugged and practical, without fanciful trappings and decoration that suggested he was anything more then what was seen. He filled it with tobacco and lit it with a welding instrument attached to his mechanical appendage. Puffs of swirling smoke rose from the pipe, Tovan's single eye locked on entrance, knowing full well who was about to enter.
Captain Elion Tame, Captain of The Void Hunter, experienced treasure hunter, former Steward and a man known for his daring plans that yielded a high reward but often at the cost of his crew. He was the sort of man that attracted individuals looking for a big score, daredevils and those with ambitions to become rich or escape the life of piracy with one last job...or die trying. The seasoned space pirate had one hand resting on the pommel of his trusted plasma sword while the other stroked his beard thoughtfully. He stopped just after passing "Snippy", giving the local patrons time to soak in his rogueish charisma. His eyes went around those present in the establishment, picking out possible prospects... Tiefling, cyborg, Shirrens...an eyebrow raised at the sight of a Drow, that certainly was rather unusual... Some less obvious talent might be hidden... His eyes finally stopped on the Dwarf sitting in the corner of the tavern, he glanced to the hulking Vesk at his side and nodded before aproaching the Dwarf in a straight line and humbly asked for an audience with the infamous proprietor of The Inn.
Krong walked into the Inn, Doshko resting over his shoulder and clawed thumb hooked on his broad leather belt. To the uninitiated the fierce polearm would look like an oddly shaped club with obvious mechanical parts. Those with knowledge on martial hardware would easily recognize the Doshko, a Vesk developed weapon also known as a Plasma-Axe, a brutally efficient weapon that reflected the Vesk's penchant for ending fights as quickly as possible with complete victory. The Vesk almost sneered while looking around, he (or she..it's hard to tell if you don't know vesk) obviously had little love for his current location and wasn't afraid to show it. While the captain was unconcerned with anything except Tovan, Krong the Vesk was keeping an eye on the other patrons; His body language misleadingly suggested a confident state of relaxation, for those knowing the subtleties of physical expression it would be obvious that the Vesk was ready for a fight...The occasional twitch of his heavy reptilian tail a subtle giveaway for those with more Exo-or Xenopological interests.
It was easy to miss the small "mousy" Keesh if you weren't paying attention as she was either hiding behind the captain's leg or scurrying between him and the hulking Vesk. The Ysoki with the pure white pelt walked with an obvious discomfort and skittish disposition. Beedy red eyes darting around and head turning from side to side as if there might be danger around every corner...she wasn't far from the truth really. "Automated defenses already have lock on us..not good not good...nonono... please don't do anything stupid...pleasepleaseplease..."The Ysoki murmured to herself as she followed her captain, tail curled inwards to express her fear. The looks she got from those patrons that noticed her made her nod and grin nervously, dispensing nervous greetings that conveyed a stance of worry and insecurity. "Hello...hello...hi...we're good..yesyes...hi..don't mind me...Just passing through hehe..nothing to see here, nono..."
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