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Post by Deleted on May 27, 2013 8:56:45 GMT -5
Oh. It was a pleasure to meet him. Of course, such was only common courtesy; but, it was something he did not hear enough to grow use to. A subtle, content smile surfaced upon the boy's face in response. He felt no obligation to follow up with anything such as, 'likewise,' or something similar, so he didn't. Marso was given something to refer to the stranger as: Ad. Immediately afterwards, he prompted the both of them to make haste. "A man of action. I like that," Marso lied, however sounded just as genuine as any other. In fact, he wouldn't have minded lounging there for another hour as long as he had a comfortable seat to do so.
He climbed down from the seat, having just climbed up onto it - wasted effort. After Ad was finished grabbing his things, Marso made way for the door, exited the tavern to enjoy air not stagnant nor stale. In actuality, it was outside he would rather idle - not inside.
"Yeah, I got some," he answered. "Looks like a giant nest. The entrance's at the top. From those who failed and kept their lives, some advice was to not fuck around with what's inside there. Make's the Djinn in there...angry..." Waiting outside of the tavern was a small, green goblin-like being. Long ears, red hair in various places. He possessed an adorable ugliness and there could not be a more fitting oxymoron. He wore a brown vest and while pants with that middle-eastern theme Marso was supporting. He appeared quite anxious. "Oh, this is Qualude, by the way. He's gonna tag along." He leaned closer to Ad. "He's thinkin' about joinin' my guild."
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