Atmos chuckled and rubbed his head as he looked at Kristine, “The pain is partially the drink, but mainly a husband who was inconsiderate enough to return home early whilst I was enjoying the favors of his wife in the martial bed. My landing after exiting by the widow was not one of my better ones.”<br/><br/><br/>He inclined his head towards Niomah, “Greetings sister, a Cleric of the Goddess perhaps?” Whilst he waited for her to reply he looked at Skylark, “They say in the taverns that you can steal the teeth of a man whilst he is talking. Interesting to meet a legend.” He smiled as he switched his attention to the Elf.<br/><br/>“I am saddened by your tale of loss and your understand your need for revenge. If I were a good Druid I would speak to you of the circle of life and how revenge corrupts you. But I am afraid I am more of the persuasion that if some one hits you in the face then you kick them in the nuts.”<br/><br/>The he shrugged, “So we are waiting on one, Air was it not, then the good captain will no doubt bring this meeting to order.”<br/>