Enter: Rourke
"Wrestling?"
The word hung in the air as everyone turned to face the speaker.
"That's hardly a challenge fit for a spellflinger." The stranger continued as he tilted his head and blew smoke into the air.
Being nearer to the new comer, a couple of shifters at Zonnos’ mat moved to shield their halfling companion, taking on defensive stances and seemingly ready to pounce if the new arrival made any questionable moves.
The stranger began to casually walk into the dimly lit audience chamber parting the veil of smoke he'd just exhaled. His steps filled the audience chamber with the scuff of soft leather boots as he trailed wisps of smoke from a finely rolled stick of Black pit Blend.
"Now if it were 'who could burn the most shifters where they currently stand...with a gesture'-- that would be more appropriate." He went on as he walked and stopped in front of the dais beside Devlin.
From the main mat, the Aerendi elves likewise move to cover the older halfling while a handful of halfling guards move towards the front of the mat.
Vago waves the guards off and addresses everyone in the room. "This must be Timothy O'Rourke, a warmage of Karnnath. Another companion of the Captain d’Lyandar." Vago chimed in before his master's curiosity could turn to annoyance.
"At your service." Tim quipped
The guards and elves then return to their usual positions but more alert than they normally were.
"And my talents are far more...elaborate than mere wrestling - As I'm sure the wise Popora Boromar already knows." He continued as he bowed his head low - all the while mentally rolling his eyes skyward.
"I must humbly request you spare your son and his...entourage this harsh lesson." He said keeping his head low.
He then turned to let his gaze fall on the shifter and marked her with piercing eyes.
From within Rourke's mind came Gian's voice: "You're drunk again, aren't you?"
"Hey, you wrestle him." Rourke thought back.
The word hung in the air as everyone turned to face the speaker.
"That's hardly a challenge fit for a spellflinger." The stranger continued as he tilted his head and blew smoke into the air.
Being nearer to the new comer, a couple of shifters at Zonnos’ mat moved to shield their halfling companion, taking on defensive stances and seemingly ready to pounce if the new arrival made any questionable moves.
The stranger began to casually walk into the dimly lit audience chamber parting the veil of smoke he'd just exhaled. His steps filled the audience chamber with the scuff of soft leather boots as he trailed wisps of smoke from a finely rolled stick of Black pit Blend.
"Now if it were 'who could burn the most shifters where they currently stand...with a gesture'-- that would be more appropriate." He went on as he walked and stopped in front of the dais beside Devlin.
From the main mat, the Aerendi elves likewise move to cover the older halfling while a handful of halfling guards move towards the front of the mat.
Vago waves the guards off and addresses everyone in the room. "This must be Timothy O'Rourke, a warmage of Karnnath. Another companion of the Captain d’Lyandar." Vago chimed in before his master's curiosity could turn to annoyance.
"At your service." Tim quipped
The guards and elves then return to their usual positions but more alert than they normally were.
"And my talents are far more...elaborate than mere wrestling - As I'm sure the wise Popora Boromar already knows." He continued as he bowed his head low - all the while mentally rolling his eyes skyward.
"I must humbly request you spare your son and his...entourage this harsh lesson." He said keeping his head low.
He then turned to let his gaze fall on the shifter and marked her with piercing eyes.
From within Rourke's mind came Gian's voice: "You're drunk again, aren't you?"
"Hey, you wrestle him." Rourke thought back.
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