Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-25038310-20150616131103

The two were greeted with the sight of many unfriendly faces, mainly belonging to those armed with humongous greatswords or heavy crossbows, glancing at the two - or more specifically, Lylair with a sense of distrust and hate. Jon on the other end however, was apparently a common sight as they did not pay much attention to him.

The noble that rose from his seat after a few silent mumblings, glared at Jon, and then looked furiously at Lylair. There was a small silence for a few moments, before Pontius spoke.

"Ashcroft," He started, slowly approaching the two. "Who gave you permission to bring these damn elven scum to our annual meeting?"

Jon shrugged, raising his shoulders. "Who knows," He said. " I'm not used to people bossing me around." He replied coldly, staring the obese noble down.

Pontius frowned, before turning to the elf - apparently not even bothering talking to her. "Take a seat and listen to what I have to say."

Jon nodded, gesturing at Lylair to take a seat at the bar next to him, where two places were conveniently free.

"And Jon? This will have serious consequences concerning your business." The noble warned, before heading to the middle of the inn - about to give a speech.

Some of the mercenaries around the inn, clad in strong and well-made custom armor ranging from metal to ebony had mixed reactions. Some were either glaring, some stared, some grinned, some whispered and muttered under their breaths.