<strong>PC</strong>Brogan (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=683441)<br/><strong>Location</strong>On Shore/In the village<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>Galacia, Jin, Calathes<br/><hr/>The small loaf of bread that had been set in front of Brogan didn't even have a fighting chance. It was downed quickly, chased with several draws from his large mug. Brogan often would enjoy something a bit stronger - but not after the sea-voyage he had just endured. It would be water for a time, until his body could adjust back to what it had been before the sea journey began.<br/><br/>The bread was a delicious appetizer, and as his eyes settled on steamed crab, he immediately offered up more coin for a helping of that. He had grown quite fond of seafood, and crab was a delicacy that he would not soon tire of. It was also a -messy- food, which appealed to him on some instinctual level, though he still gave a care not to splatter or send bits and pieces flying at the three who shared his table. Unlike many of his kin, Brogan did possess manners - at least to some degree, and he exercised them here.<br/><br/>Momentarily, Galacia addressed Jin directly, asking him of his motivations. Brogan was fine with that. Not being addressed meant that he could more quickly down his meal. But his ears listened, of course, curious to see what each of them might say.<br/><br/>Jin was a priest of some sort, which did not surprise the half-orc at all. Jin also enjoyed talking - which also did not surprise Brogan, either - priests were often wont to do that. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if the greeters they had met earlier had gained his full attention - even beyond that of their enticing curves.<br/><br/>It also wasn't lost on Brogan that Galacia enjoyed asking questions - but did not share much about herself. Again - not surprised. A woman alone in this kind of world was at a disadvantage - usually. Galacia might have some hidden talents with blade or spell, he did not know, but she was guarded and that spoke of caution, and caution spoke of intelligence.<br/><br/>Calathes was a complete mystery. A hunter, by all appearances, Brogan found it hard to believe that he had come all this way, endured dangers and almost drowned in an effort to simply hunt rabbits. No - all four of them were here for reasons beyond the norm. That, or they were simply addled in the head.<br/><br/>Being non-religious himself, Brogan filled the long moments of Jin's speech with more eating. The fare was better than he had expected, and with the place being as busy as it was, he doubted the the food was apt to cause issues with the stomachs that consumed it. Brogan's attention was drawn to the stage with the crowd noise rose, and he watched the man give his speech like a bard back home, albeit this one didn't really appear to -be- one. The man spoke of things that obviously got the locals who knew him riled up. The man pulled a serving girl up on stage with him for a moment, to the delight of the crowd, and then continued with his 'performance'. Then there is talk of another performer, a hint, enough to keep patrons from leaving - but no promise was made by the big man.<br/><br/>Brogan smirked. No promise indeed. Stay awhile. Sit back and enjoy another round. Fork over your coin. You -might-... or -might not-... enjoy other entertainment that evening, but the only way to find out was to -stay-. -Drink-. -Spend-.<br/><br/>Then the music began, and while Brogan's expectations had been quite low, the music was actually not half-bad. The merry-making fills most of the crowd with cheer, and it is quite obvious that the huge man on stage was a local favorite. Some of the lyrics to one song were quite... explicit, and this actually caused Brogan to smile for a bit before he went back to listening to the music, using a small bit of cloth to clean his face when he was satisfied. Something was missing, still, and his eyes wandered for a moment over to the half-elf rolling cigars. That was it. If he could acquire one, or perhaps a trio of them, -then- the evening would be complete.<br/><br/>The bookseller continued to look their way, and Brogan was -starting- to believe that perhaps he had eyes for Galacia. She -is- attractive, Brogan admitted to himself, so it would not be out of sorts for the man to continually gaze this way, and he wondered if the others at the table had taken notice.<br/><br/><strong>"It seems the bookworm over there has eyes for you, Galacia,"</strong>Brogan said, his deep, gruff voice kept low in an attempt to reach only the ears of those gathered at their table, but loud enough for them to hear above the din.<strong>"He hasn't taken his eyes off you since you arrived,"</strong>he said. Was there a faint hint of playfulness in his tone?<br/><br/>Slowly, Brogan turned his chair to the side and rose to his feet.<strong> "I shall be back in a moment. I am going to fetch a smoke."</strong>With that, he turned and headed over to the half-elf woman, pulling up to a stop at her table with his coin-purse in hand. He nodded toward the small stack of product she had already finished preparing, sitting next to her on the table's surface.<strong> "How much?"</strong>he asked. If they were fairly priced, he'd get a half-dozen, perhaps, and offer one to each of his table-mates. If the price was steep, he'd just get one. If the price was exorbitant, he'd simply return to the table empty-handed.