Dario had become a regular at the tavern, often sharing stories with mercenaries, prostitutes, and other vagabonds. Today, he had chosen to drink with a local group of Crimson Oars. They were a few pints in, when it became Dario's turn to share his tale. Before each round, they would smack their mugs against the table and chant some kind of cheer about being a Crimson Oar or something, Dario wasn't really paying attention. This was because he was too busy eyeing a woman sitting next to him, and he was a little tipsy.<br/><br/>"So there I was, right? It was me and this guy I used to know, named Felipe. Our mission was to snipe some Orleasian Ambassador and some other guy from Highever. This was like six years ago, they were doing some kind of peace meeting. So I--" Dario paused mid-sentence when some boy near the bar started to sing loudly.<br/><br/>"Soooo, I pulled the string on my bow back, waiting for my shot. Felipe was aiming for the Orleasian, I was focused on the other--" Once again he paused, this time the whole table stared at the man with the totem. A look of annoyance, furled in Dario's eye brows, as he once again tried to continue the story.<br/><br/>"ANYWAYS... we sync-- OH MY MAKER. I will pay the next man ten silver, if you manage to shut that drunk up." Another thug angered by the Dwarven tunes, got up and tried to deal with Nathan. After the boy and elf left, Dario stood up and made his way to the bar to order two more drinks.<br/><br/>"I'll take two pints, on the house?" Dario said with a smile as he flipped up his eye patch and winked with a perfectly fine eye, before concealing it again.<br/><br/>"Oh c'mon, Dario, you've had plenty on the house today." complained the bartender.<br/><br/>"This is how you treat a friend? What about when I stopped that drunk maniac last night? Besides, there's this Crimson Oar who's giving me those puppy dog eyes, and I want to see what diseases I can fetch from her!" pleaded Dario.<br/><br/>"Fine!" huffed the tavern owner, as two drinks were poured for Dario. On his way back to the table, Dario dropped ten silver onto the unconscious man, a deal was a deal after all. He then chugged one of his pints down, and then gagged, almost vomiting. He regretted the decision before continuing his story and starting on the other pint.<br/><br/>"Anyways, we sync up our shots, and hit both ambassadors in the neck, AT THE SAME TIME. Blood was spurting everywhere. It was actually quite beautiful. The end. Now, how's about me and you go meet a mutual friend of mine at the Pearl?" he said to the lady on his left, trying to finish the story as quickly as he could.<br/><br/>"I'm married."<br/><br/>"And I'm no longer interested!" Dario exclaimed as he left the table and stumbled out of the tavern, passing a man in raggedy clothes on his way to the Pearl.