<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive.</div><br/>Santeri was, unfortunately for the drunkard, still quite prepared for a fight. He was almost surprised that his hit had landed, and that it had actually had the desired result. This surprise wasn’t enough to keep him from seeing the other man coming, however. Apparently despite his attempts at making peace, this wasn’t going to end without a fight. Now he could only hope the drunk man’s friends weren’t going to join in the ‘fun.’<br/><br/>He stepped away from the flailing limbs as the man went down, somehow managing to avoid going down himself. He didn’t give the other man time to react, swiftly aiming a kick towards his head. He doubted he would have the same luck as he had with his slave, but a man could dream. All he wanted to do with the rest of his night was go back to the ship and sleep, at this point. It had gone from a good day to a very shitty one in a rather short amount of time. At least he still had his money, and perhaps the captain’s share would keep the man from kicking both their asses off the ship. Though, at least if it happened at port there was a lot let chance he would end up keelhauled as a result.