Parn slams his fist on the table in an attempt to jar Cedar.
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Andar release his grip, raising his hands to head height.
āOh fine and well, fine and wellā¦ā
Then he tries to strike the bottle to the manās head the moment his back is turned.
Parnās vicious battering of the table wielded victory in moments after his first strike. The tableās main support shuddered, causing the other side to seesaw into hitting Cedar directly to the jaw.
As, seeing Andarās relent, turns around and tries to go on his way. He furrows his brow completely unaware to the bottle streaking directly toward his head.
The hit registers, cracking the bottle due to itās shoddy construction.
The man reels in pain, falling to his knee.
āFiend! You dare strike a holy man!ā He barks with an accusatory tone at Andar.
Zynx goes up to the guard and asks
āWhere is this so called camp located exactly?ā
With the amount of brash trauma directed at Cedarās jaw from the table, he throws up a stream of vomit before he collapses onto his back.
āW-Whet de bloddy hell?!ā
He can barely move his jaw as itās now swollen.
Richard doesnāt hear you enter at first, still engrossed in the rumors.
The Golden Dragon will be a hindrance, he thinks to himself. Perhaps I should sent people to sow discord thereā¦
After noticing you enter, he sets down his papers and gets up.
āI assume you have composed yourself, friend?ā
āThe Duke told me that this man was seen at a soldierās camp claiming to be a Physician, and Iāve seen this man in one place quite a few times so maybe I could help clear things up a bitā.
Parn appears to be completely shocked at the turn of events, yet he still has a slightly sinister smirk emblazoned on his disposition. Heās fucking enjoying your pain, the sadist.
āThis is just fuckng great moiity. Iām in awe of your inability to hold a drink.ā
Noticing nothing of interest, Lillian decides to head to the forest to hopefully gather some herbs for potion making.
Andar holds the broken bottle in front of his temple, as if to inspect it.
"Hey, chill, man. Holy or not, you canāt trust a man that refuses a free drink. Also, "
He points at the man with the jagged end of the bottle.
āIām not scared of any holy man after staring to the eyes of a demon, you know?ā
āDefine what you plan by āclear things up a bitāā The guardās gaze is still unmoving. He cares not what is happening immediately.
He perceives after about five seconds that he just invaded a bedroom.
āOh Iām sorryā
He proceeds to close the door.
āSort of. The thing really have gone up my head. Talkingā¦ About the box, I think it is better for it to be here. I travel around too much to look over it, my dukedom is at the minimum a day from travel and I canāt really ensure no one will take a peek while I am away. At the moment, it is hidden under the bedroom Iām currently staying onā