(http://www.murphsplace.com/owen/images3/clive13b-measure-photo.jpg)<br/><br/>"Interesting ring you've got there," Michael leaned against the bar, facing the half-elf female and nodding to the Bard he had been watching closely since the moment he had walked in.<br/><br/>His shocking green eyes were alight with keen interest and amusement as he rested lazily against the counter, studying the female's form carefully.<br/><br/>"Perhaps a family heirloom?" He smirked slightly as the words rolled off his tongue with a soft, almost musical sounding accent.<br/><br/>His slender but defined 6'0", 190 pound frame radiated ease as he smiled with obvious pleasure at addressing the woman. Her impatience was not lost on him and he grinned at the frustration which seemed to envelop her.<br/><br/>"Perhaps I can be of assistance, love. You tell me where you got that grand ring of yours and I'll lead you to the harbourmaster. If you can point me towards anyone else with such a ring as yours, I'll take you to the very place those attacks have occurred. Now how's that for a deal?"<br/><br/>He winked to the lovely bar maiden before ordering another mug of ale and turning back to the fighter asked, "What will it be, love?"<br/>