The well dressed gentleman had a broad long smile that almost crept from ear to ear. Marcus sighed, rubbed his temples and visibly rolled his eyes at the approach. Just as he was enjoying a spare moment to enjoy the sun and all the open opportunities that the abundant bazaar revealed to him, the friendly man had taken it upon himself to waste DeBane’s time.
“Adventure? Elevation?” scoffed Debane with a dark chuckle. “I’d settle for a cheap ale and some peace first.”
“Don’t we all my friend, Don’t we all!” declared the gentleman, his grandiose hand gestures made him look as if he were performing to an adoring crowd. “The Whisky Biscuit is over yonder. Great establishment, good ales and if you don’t mind me saying, the women aren’t bad to look at either.”
DeBane’s eyebrow arched upwards at the prospect. Not so much at the pretty barmaids but more so at the distracted eyes towards them. Distracted men made for easy pickings and in this new city, no one was the wiser to Marcus’ nefarious past. The morons would shake his hand one second and look away the next, while a couple of coins here and there would suddenly go missing from their pouch. Marcus gave it a couple of weeks before they finally figured out that his smile was as fake as the cheap silk on a noble’s dress.
“Is that so?” replied DeBane who took a couple of steps forward to escape the avalanche of humanity that were also departing the sea vessel. “Surely you’d be kind enough to offer this tired soul his first ale?”
“Well... I suppose...”
“Or is this city not as lovely as you say it is?”
“This is the best place a fine gentlemen like yourself can make his home!” the gentleman grinned awkwardly. “Of course! Off to the Whisky Biscuit then!”
((I’m in a touch of a rush, i’m more than happy to build this post up and my character’s bio in the next few days. I’ve also not had enough time to read through some of the lore yet so I’ll definitely add in the references to the LotC lore if need be. Many thanks!))
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