(OOC: Yay, Unapproveds unite! I wonder where this will be headed SimonSez :-)! I hope more people will join.)<br/><br/>IC: Jeil had been sitting at a table in the corner, near the soldier who had stood up, visibly drunk, accosting the newcomer.<em>Idiot, trying to live up to his reputation as a soldier while having no skill whatsoever...and picking on a weak weary traveler on top of that.</em>Jeil himself towered over most people around, standing broad shouldered at 6'3''. His hair was ruffled, and there were clearly visible scars upon his face. Being quite new to the area himself, most people looked at him like he was some sort of ruffian, and gave him wide berth. He didn't mind.<br/><br/>The owner of the inn came near Jeil's corner, getting out of the way of a potential brawl, chuckling. Quietly, he mentions to those around him, "the new guy's in a goose hen's worth of trouble now. Bet ya he's going to add a few black patches to his outfit." Quite a few people near chuckles as well. Jeil, quite drunk himself, slurs, "that soldier is good for only threats and appearances. Why, just a moment ago, he was telling everyone around him how he had never been wounded in battle before. He's still green around the ears." Laughing, he took another swig of his ale. However, despite the amount of alcohol in his body, Jeil notices that there was an intense aura emanating from a few others sitting in the inn. Suddenly, what came as an uneventful night for Jeil attempting to get drunk had become much, much more interesting.