Deshco Corran<br/>Haas-Filoth<br/>The Old Salt Tavern<br/>Tagged: Vael, Amadaiya<br/><hr/><br/>Deshco adjusted his hood a little to widen his field of vision, his blue hues watching the clean-cut male through out the vulgar sailor. He'd been watching Vael most of the evening, since his own arrival, marking the man as a curiosity. He didn't know of any man who could lift so much weight as if it were a mere sack of barley. Then again, he didn't know much of anything about things not of the Haas-Filoth. He finally had taken his fate into his own hands, and left the arid lands to seek adventure and glory, and perhaps a few new scars. However, Vael was not the one he would tangle with. Deshco was a good enough fighter that he could see Vael being not worth the recovery time he would have after the encounter, and well, Vael seemed like he could be rather likeable.<br/><br/>A dark eyebrow arched as he spied the female enter the room. A female captain, that was something rare to these people. Compared to the matriarchal society he had come from, men seemed to resent a woman in a position of power, if the glares the woman were getting was any indication. He let a smile come to his lips, and took a sip of his brew. The hooded male relaxed as he watched the two, though it was pointless to try and listen in, he was not close enough, and the tavern was just noisy enough to cover their conversation. He'd wait, until the time was just right.