<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John.</div>Clive spared a brief glance around the room as John busied himself with the most-likely disgusting alcohol; why anyone would drink such piss was beyond him, but to each their own. There were faces he recognized; the somewhat irritating carpenter, the rather curious brothers... Aside from that the bar was filled within unknowns, meaning that he had to be on his guard. Any one of them could be an official looking for information on their Captain, and he would rather spare himself the waste of killing anyone if such information happened to pass over lips and into ears. But he was becoming too caught up in his peculiar protective streak and cleared his throat quietly, glancing back to his current 'companion'.<br/><br/>"Hm... Since when did a slave 'earn' anything?" He asked idly, his words expressionless. Perhaps they could be taken as an insult, but to Clive it was a mere question; he did not insult with words after all; his tended to sting a bit more physically than that. His eyes shifted over the man's figure then,  the smallest hint of a disapproving frown coming to his features as he detected the slight trembling, the twitching that irked him so very much.<br/><br/>"You are a liability in such a state." Clive stated bluntly, continuing to carefully comb through his hair. "Control yourself."