A look of distaste passes Lionel face, but this to does not stay long and his smile again returns. "Well he carries a blade and is brave and strong no; at the very least he can be one someday. I myself am a sorcerer", a small flame appears in his hand which he moves it from one hand to the other, his smile bright, "I am also a teller a stories, and am traveling to find my sister, who I lost many years ago", with a wave the flame disappears, and a shrug.
Edited: Thomaslee on 7th Jan, 2010 - 11:22pm
Looking to his sparing pal he adds "Me I thought he mighta been talkin to ye? " Squintiing one eye to focus real sharp as the scrawny magician he squints a bit. "Ye sister you says. Can't say I have met any whom looks like ye."
Sudenly he slappd his forhead rather hard making some thing his chair will soon be buck out from underneath!.
"Yes sorry for not introducing meself to a scrawny welp like ye right off, but if'n ye could cook me a bit of hare with that flaming finger I would be glad to tell it."
Elbows his sword mate and winks, and quietly adds,"Me thinks it might not be hot enough to even makes a candle light!"
"Ohh really", Lionel says his smile widens and a gleam is in his eye, "Well this scrawny welp, as you call me, can give you better then a hare how about a hawk from the Abyssal Realm?" A very scary fiendish hawk appears out of what seems to be a small portal, which he has land on his arm. "Now for fire", Lionel is clearly enjoying himself, a much larger fire appears at the dwarf's feet.
Edited: Thomaslee on 8th Jan, 2010 - 12:51am
Looking down he chuckles "I does appreciate the warming was a bad draft here, but ye better be able to more then conger a small snake and a foot warmer if'n ye meets those scoundrels to the south!."
His eyes previously clouded from drink suddenly seem much clearer and keen with the talk of sword play.
Turning to the serving wench, "Sets us another round of ye hardest cider, we shall see how long the servant to the arts can cast his art when he no longer can speak any but gibberish."
"Manners", Lionel asks with annoyance, "I was showing manners, but when you began implying that I was a weakling, and naive idiot. I felt the need show that I have my uses, I may not be a fighter, but a user of the arcane or divine arts can do things a fighter could only dream of." Lionel's smile is tainted by his frustration. "I will give respect to those who deserve it, like as an example I know of a warrior who such is the friendship we have gained, we are now brothers, we have a mutual respect for each other forged by trust and understanding". Lionel says surprisingly calm, "I do not wish to fight you, but I do wish for respect", Lionel waves his hand the hawk and fire disappears, Lionel annoyed and confused as the fire didn't seem to hurt the dwarf as much as it should have, "I will drink, though to be honest I prefer wine, also I don't need to speak to cast my magic", Lionel says and with a sigh he sits with the two fighters. "Could one of the beautiful women of this tavern be so kind as to please give me the sweetest and oldest beer you have, oh and a bit extra for the both the damaged floor and for you", Lionel gives needed money, happy that at least least the floor had been hurt, "Thank you".
Haa haa haa haa haa
Stands up and holds a hand out to the mage
Meh name is Thomas. You are alright wit me since ye can take as much as ye gives.
Slaps you on the back after shaking your hand.
Have ye a sit and share drink with us.