<span style="color: #a64dff">"Then she won't come around here, but I don't plan to be here long. I'm starting to smell myself and I'm getting little offended by myself."</span>Lonnie glared at the couple and kicked the table when Vyre continued to ignore him.<span style="color: #a64dff">"Did you fart, dear? I'm smelling a lot of hot air."</span>"Listen ye' cum stained harlot! This bar is fer payin' and CIVILIZED patrons. An' do ya know what YOU ain't?" Vyre leaned over the table and finally acknoledged him. "<span style="color: #a64dff">Touch me and your shitty goddess will turn you into a pile of dust. I have done nothing wrong and if you want to try me I don't need my armor to rip that dead goat you call a beard off your misshapen head." </span>The paladin growled and motioned the waitress to stay back as he drew his hammer. Rather than indulge him, Vyre took a deep breath and moved away from the table to pay the waitress for her drink and a substantial tip.<span style="color: #a64dff">"I apologize for my appearance, I didn't realize how bad I smelled until I got into a more confined area."</span><br/><br/>"The city is boring, but we need apples to make a treat for the girls. Is there anything you'd like me to get you two? Maybe some fresh fish for your dear Naga?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>