<span style="color: #00b300">"You would've never made it out of that fight had my invention not worked as it was suppose to! Didn't you see their faces when that beam of solar energy whizzed past their ear? Priceless!"</span>The words were accompanied by a hearty laugh. The source was a human man that had just stepped into the town from the road leading in.<br/><br/>Matthew Luxguard seemed like a very typical human male with a fit body that stood around the 6'2" mark. His long, black hair was pulled back into a tail that kept rogue strands out of his face. He was attractive enough, not the most gorgeous man, but still pleasing to the eye on human standards. Filling out his clothes nicely, he wore a white shirt with short sleeves, accompanied with a brown leather vest that was left open. Now, the shirt seemed cleaned enough, although there was a few black smudges here and there from something. Definitely a working man. The thing that really set him apart from other typical humans, though, was the mechanical arm that was his entire right arm. Everything from the right shoulder down was a mechanical replacement that he wielded and used like a normal arm, evidence that he lost the original years prior.<br/><br/>A low grumble came from Matthew's partner,<span style="color: #4d4dff">"We wouldn't have gotten into that mess to begin with had you not charged into that Legion camp to begin with! And when asked why you did it.."</span>The muscular Orc did his best to imitate the human by trying to make his deep, gravelly voice lighter,<span style="color: #4d4dff"> "For science!"</span>Changing back to his normal voice, the Orc shot his partner a glare.<span style="color: #4d4dff">"Everytime you make something we get ourselves into a pinch. Of all the people to be honor bound to.. it just had to be the crazy engineer."<br/>
</span><br/>Drukagh Ironwolf shadowed the smaller human, seeming bigger in everyway. Right at seven foot, he was taller than the tanned human he was walking beside. His dark green skin pulled taut over a muscular body that spoke of being a warrior, or something along those lines. Like most Orc, he possessed two tusks that came upwards from his lower jaw. Nothing on the level that the Trolls possess, but still plenty enough to him as they remained visible over his upper lip whenever his mouth was closed. Unlike his human companion, he wasn't dressed lightly. Instead seeming completely comfortable in a simple plate chestpiece that left his arms bare, leggings, and boots. To him, this was being simply dressed. Actually, the only thing he had in common with Matthew was black hair, although Drukagh kept his short enough to were it never was an issue to begin with.<br/><br/>An unlikely friendship, but judging from the banter between the two it seemed to work just fine. Anyone that listened in on them could pick up on mild teasing between the two that told of a partnership that had been a thing for years.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00b300">"Hey, I come up with some good things every now and then. Although, you were right when you told me that trying to make a handheld portable icecream machine was impossible."</span>Matthew ran his fingers through his hair as the two worked their way through the town, heading towards the tavern.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Told you so. Still tried anyways.. ending up just shooting ice chunks at people out of your control. And in that blasted Cathedral too. No wonder the Church doesn't like you."<br/>
</span><br/>It was on this that the two friends entered The Silken Vice. Both of their eyes being drawn to the commotion regarding the human slave that the hostess was attempting to resolve. A glance between the two was all that was needed for them to move on towards a table and seat themselves. From there, they were able to see most of the tavern, as well as the occupants and those that came and went. Naturally both of them took their time in looking over the curvy blonde-haired elf woman present, their eyes both holding approval. Even with the other human man trying to talk her up, the two would still admire what they saw.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4d4dff">"Potential."</span>Drukagh remarked.<br/><br/>Matthew nodded his agreement before speaking,<span style="color: #00b300"> "Seems to be a bit of potential here. The gorgeous redhead over there that's speaking to the elf guy. The lone Kaldorei over there that seems to be waiting for someone. The slave girl has an attractive figure, but that's a situation I don't want to be in at the time, best wait to see what happens."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>