Arvahn looked to his friends<em>I've got to learn the skills of a Bard someday</em>he thought as he tried to think of something to liven the place up with. He wasn't a good storyteller, not that any of his experiences in the Mages guild or the Red Mist would be of any help. The Mages Guild didn't get much action and the Red mist forbade anyone to even hint at them outside their lairs.<br/><br/>Suddenly, six unruly big men came stumbling in dead drunk already.<br/>Arvhan smiled at the thought of a brawl but, he wasn't the kind of person to initiate one. One of the men, their leader perhaps, took a look around and spotted him "Hey, whass yous lookin' at elfff?" he said, stumbling back a bit, making a grin appear on Arvhan's face.<br/>Struggling to hold back a chuckle he said calmly in reply "I'm sorry sir, please don't mind me, I was just minding my busness when I noticed you walked in is all. Pay it no mind, please, I did not mean to cause offense".<br/><br/>One of the other men looked at him, this one drunk but, not nearly as so, as his friend. "Hey! djthiss guy's a one of 'em dark elfs" the man drawled as he pointed next to Arvhan. It becam harder not to laugh for Arvhan, these men were<em>really</em>drunk and it seemed their brains slowed to a crawl with each drink. Arvhan simply raised his mug, nodded his head and said "Indeed I am sir". The third in the group chose at this moment to add his cents worth "Y'knows, we dosn't like ya dark elfs" this one not nearly as tipsy as his compatriots but the alchohol's affect on his speech apparent. Arvhan reached to his side and jingled his money pouch, taking out three medial sized coins he held them out of the group.<br/><br/>"Listen friends, I don't want any trouble, I'm just here to celebrate a ruenion with my friends over there" he said turning around and pointing to Ailya, Isa, Hildi and Sevasti in turn. When his head turned back a large fist was there to meet it. Arvahn rolled his head with the punch, it still connected but, it didn't have nearly the affect it would have if he hadn't rolled with it.<br/>"Yu'll ssthpeak wen ssthpoken to dark elv!" the big man spat as Arvhan hit the floor and rolled, knocking against the chair and upturning it.<br/><br/>From all appearances, the man<em>had</em>hit Arvahn hard and thrown him to the ground. The truth was though that the big man had done hardly any damage to him, and the damage he had sustained more from himself as he acted the part these men so obviously wanted him to play. He wiped his mouth, still acting and glared at the men, who bristled in return at being looked at with disrespect.<br/>Arvahn pulled himself up and simply stood, his stance relaxed. He whispered a magic spell on himself, a defense spell, as one of the men pushed his way forward and walked towards Arvhan, his fists clenched in a drunken rage.