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The on-looker starting to lose his patience. Sighs deeply then turns toward the stairs and started to slowly descend to the lower tavern floor. A purple shimmering portal opened behind him and the woman from before stepped through. She looked slightly terrified. For she knew she had took too long. With her head looking to the floor floor with a weak voice spoke.
"Sire, it was difficult but I do have a few leads." He halted and looked over his shoulder his golden eyes staring like daggers into her. Then with a slight smile forming to his lips. "Good. If the woman ask for him to another person. Feel free to share the information with her. Till then take a seat. You look tired." He then continued down into the lower tavern.
He stepped slowly up to the counter pulling out a gold coin and slowly dragged it across the surface. Finishing his walk at the bartender. "Quite lively tonight is it friend." He spoke slowly using the term friend as a random use of the noun. Not having any real connected friendship with the man. "Wha' can I getcha?" The on-looker smiled and said. "One of your finest ales and a round for the foreign ladies at the table across the way. Say it's a gift from Lord Percival Mordred." The bartender then nodded and filled a tankard for the man who claimed himself as Percival Mordred then to work on filling others for the women across the way and then delivering the tankards.
Percival, holding the tankard by the rim of it walked over to the table in which Anon was sitting at and gently placed the tankard in front of the scared individual and took a seat in a chair. "Im bored. And the tankard there perhaps could be payment for a good conversation. If I find it to my liking then I will continue it. If not I just simply leave."
"Sire, it was difficult but I do have a few leads." He halted and looked over his shoulder his golden eyes staring like daggers into her. Then with a slight smile forming to his lips. "Good. If the woman ask for him to another person. Feel free to share the information with her. Till then take a seat. You look tired." He then continued down into the lower tavern.
He stepped slowly up to the counter pulling out a gold coin and slowly dragged it across the surface. Finishing his walk at the bartender. "Quite lively tonight is it friend." He spoke slowly using the term friend as a random use of the noun. Not having any real connected friendship with the man. "Wha' can I getcha?" The on-looker smiled and said. "One of your finest ales and a round for the foreign ladies at the table across the way. Say it's a gift from Lord Percival Mordred." The bartender then nodded and filled a tankard for the man who claimed himself as Percival Mordred then to work on filling others for the women across the way and then delivering the tankards.
Percival, holding the tankard by the rim of it walked over to the table in which Anon was sitting at and gently placed the tankard in front of the scared individual and took a seat in a chair. "Im bored. And the tankard there perhaps could be payment for a good conversation. If I find it to my liking then I will continue it. If not I just simply leave."