<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/e7/af/9b/e7af9bca1b1ced9b769f118e91d8de3b.jpg)</div>Ser Darius Brightwood (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=339780.msg16108540#msg16108540)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Battle Actions</span><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction</strong><br/><hr/>Many might consider Darius a saint for how patient he was regarding Frore's antics, but honestly he mostly enjoyed the banter, even when it was embarrassing in so many ways.  He'd been in quite the bad place when they'd first met, and he felt he owed her a great deal for how she had doggedly pursued the effort to get him out of the doldrums he'd found himself in.  He'd always be grateful, for both that and her continued presence in his life.  No matter how much of an imp she could be at times.<br/><br/>"Thank you," he said to the person manning the bar when his order was taken, depositing the appropriate amount of coin on the counter and having a seat for the moment while he waited for the drinks.  The food would be brought out in a bit, so they all just had to be patient.  He decided to get the bard a drink as well, since he seemed a friendly sort, being given four separate tankards to carry back.  Then he spotted the newcomer, talking to Rayena about something.<br/><br/>"I'd like a fifth drink, please," he said before taking the tray now laden with beverages, thanking the barkeep again after leaving the extra money for the fifth tankard.  He then returned to the table, but not before stopping at Drip's and the new girl's table to give them theirs.  "Here you are," he said to Drip, giving him an ale before turning to the newest addition.  "Welcome to the Dancing Wench, where all of us were pulled from various places to serve some purpose that has yet to be disclosed to us."  He offered her a kind smile as he set the tankard in front of her.  "If you need anything or simply wish for some conversation, please, feel free to join us."  That said he gave them both a nod and returned to Frore and the short, fae-like woman that had joined them.<br/><br/>"And for you ladies," he said as he approached, "I bring something to parch your thirst.  An ale for impish Frore," he set down the tankard before her, "and a mead for... ah, I'm sorry, I don't believe we've been properly introduced."  He set down the tankard of mead for the lady in question.  "I am Ser Darius Brightwood of, as you seem to have deduced, the Crusaders of the Dawnfather."  He sat down with his own tankard, gesturing to Frore.  "This lovely, yet wicked, sorceress is Frore.  She's a handful at the best of times, but a stalwart companion despite her ceaseless quest to tease the daylights out of me."