<div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/339230014895816704/345034611291586563/Redeye-spartacus-war-of-the-damned-photo-galle-013.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bartholomew Fletcher (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=272443.msg13417230#msg13417230)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Tavern, Seat by the Bar (S9)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>No one in particular<br/><strong>HP:</strong>31 / 31<br/><strong>AC:</strong>AC: 24, TAC: 13, FFAC: 17, CMD: 17<br/><strong>Passives:</strong>Fort +4, Ref +5, Will +1, Init +9, Perc +0<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Tavern was usually rowdy and the customers were making sure that was the case tonight.  However, despite this, Bartholomew was an island of calm.  Or rather an island of ignorance of the events around him.  It was nothing special in his eyes.  People came, they drank, they got loud, sometimes they got kicked out and sometimes they passed out at the tables.  It made no difference to him so long as no one dared to mess with him.  And they didn't normally, his reputation well enough known that even those who might've been foolhardy to come after him for some imagined offense had friends who stopped them before they could do anything that Bart might take issue with.  After all, Bart never let an offense slide and his reactions, at least in the minds with others, often were far overblown in comparison to what was done to him.  As a result, rarely was Bart bothered and because he wasn't bothered, he didn't feel a need to bother with anyone else either.  So he would accept his freshly filled mug and take a sip of it, ignoring the slight rise in noise when the orc guards got a bit too hands-on with Amelia.<br/><br/>However, he did notice when the music changed, going from upbeat and jovial, which was the best to ensure tips from customers, to something softer and, at least to Bart, more intimate.  His eyes moved slowly, eventually finding the beastkin who was playing the flute.  He knew her in passing only and wasn't even completely certain of her name, just that she often played here and he found her skills pleasing to his ears.  The reason for her change in tone, he didn't know, but he found it soothing and for the first time in a while, he felt a deep breath escape him.  It wasn't anything too noteworthy, but it indicated that, at least for that brief moment, Bart actually felt somewhat relaxed as a result of the combination of alcohol in his system and her music.  But that was soon to change as he noticed that she was being followed by a Hobgoblin who seemed to be quite taken with her, or at least that's what Bart thought based on how his eyes followed the girl with unchecked lust in them.  A potentially problematic situation to be sure, but one that Bart saw no reason to interfere in at the moment.<br/><br/>One eye still watching the situation, more just to make sure that it wouldn't end up bothering him than anything else, he sipped at his drink.  One thing that he knew he didn't have to worry about was them attempting to water down their drinks here, which was a nice change.  Most places would try to water them down if they thought you had had enough to not notice it.  But he hadn't run into that here, or at least if it actually WAS happening, they were good at judging when he'd actually had too much to notice.  But he wasn't at that point yet, in fact he was barely buzzed.  With his attention partially on the flutist and her admirer, he also looked around the Tavern a bit and felt a sudden jolt as he did.  Something seemed familiar to him, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what was familiar.  It wasn't the Tavern, he knew it well and there was no reason for him to feel as though something was different.  No, it was almost like he'd spotted someone he knew.  Or had known.  Unsure what to make of it, he looked around again, his eyes slowly taking in as much as he could, wanting to know what had caused that feeling.