Fredirick Solo Fights

You find yourself at a card table, playing a fairly complicated betting game called Full Court. You are up on the night, but not exceptionally so. The gambling house is packed with bodies.

There are a quantity of attractive women in the room, many of them working as waitstaff bringing drinks to players and the like. There are a fair number of attractive players as well. The bouncers are usually obvious, standing by doors in chain with large clubs by their side and wickedly curved blades on their hips.

You do spot a trio of men throughout the room, as well as one woman, that all have similar clothes on and the pommel of a rapier at their hip. More than that, you aren't sure of however. They could be official guards in plain clothes or they could be criminals looking for a mark.

SO I says to her, 'Look, I'll be around for another hundred years after tonight. I'll have to think about how horrid this was for me long after you're dead toots!' the elf says. The woman nods with a chuckle. Evendyr, you do have a way with words. It still won't get you in my pants, but it is a way, that's for sure. In fact, there's a dwarf I'm more interested in. I hear he's got a verifiable rock down below, if you'll take my meaning.

What? Oh, this? I got mine from Berrick Denamin's shop in the western quarter. Go beyond the wharf district and head east. His spot is out by the hills.

I mean, I suppose. I didn't custom order mine or anything. I had a need for a blade and he had a fair number of these laying about. Not overly expensive, I think I paid 35 gold for mine.

Fine blade? Are you saying I don't have cause to have a fine blade? Bah. Backwards tourists. In this town, appearance is everything. Without a fine blade, you are a lazeabout, a ruffian, a no good scallawag thief looking for a score. With a blade on your hip, and a nice one at that, you are respected and aren't assaulted. It's a safety mechanism from a nasty world. She says with a snarl.