<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) moving to speak to the annoying hob-goblin(N7)<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/>While all of this was going on, Bart did his best to stay out of it.  The truth in his mind was that he didn't owe anyone here anything.  Not the bard, not the guild members, not the bar staff, and certainly none of the patrons.  So why should he stick his neck out for any of them?  Some might consider that a bad way to look at matters, but given that sticking his neck out and trusting others had nearly gotten him killed, not to mention imprisoned and tortured, one truly couldn't blame him for not wanting to get involved in business that wasn't his.  That said, he was certainly growing tired of these constant interruptions to his drinking and music listening.  And since the drink seemed to continue making it's way to him without too much difficulty, it was the music that was the issue.  And it didn't take him long to realize that it had nothing to do with the bard herself, but rather the fact that a Hobgoblin couldn't seem to leave her alone.  The rational part of Bart's brain told him that this was none of his business and that he should just let the situation work itself out.  Better yet, he should probably just leave and come back tomorrow.<br/><br/>But Bart had had just enough alcohol in his system for that rational part of his mind to lose the mental argument between his desire to avoid conflict and his desire to just relax with drink and music.  Setting the now empty tankard on the bar in front of where he'd been sitting most of the evening, he stood up with just the barest hint of a wobble in his step that vanished after a brief moment to regain his bearings.  From there, he started towards where the bard and hobgoblin had ended up.  As he approached, he noticed the hobgoblin didn't seem all that stable and was apparently not too pleased with the current situation.  And as his hand moved to his short sword, all of Bart's instincts flared up and it was everything he could do not to strike the hobgoblin right then and there.  But he managed to hold himself back, although his hand did reach around his back and grab his spear from where it was braced against his back like it always was when it wasn't in his hand.  Spear in hand, he finished his approach, ending up slightly to the side of the hobgoblin.<br/><br/><strong>"I would advise against drawing that sword,"</strong>Bart said,<strong>"In case you had thoughts towards such an act."</strong>As he said this, the hobgoblin would feel the steel tip of Bart's spear rest against the hand that had the hilt of the sword.  The message being sent there was hard to miss.<strong>"I think it's time you left the girl alone and allow her to play in peace.  Don't you agree?"</strong>