<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5959288#msg5959288">Quote from: sleepingferret on 06-03-2012, 00:00:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">With that, Reaver glares at Dio as he slams the mug in his hands on the bar, dropping the towel on top of it.  The patrons at the bar quickly toss coins down, then grabbing their mugs scramble for chairs away from the bar.  As they scramble, in a series of fluid motions...Reaver kicks the hilt of a greatsword into right hand, then brings the flat of the blade to rest calmly on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"After you lad, if you're so eager to wash dishes for a year and a day," the half-orc chuckles as he walks around the bar, pulling a copy of the flyer the little boy handed you from the wall.  "Here, the boy didn't show you this part did he?" Reaver asks, handing you the flyer.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Swordsmanship Contest Flyer</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div align="center">SWORDSMANSHIP CONTEST! WINNER RECEIVES 10 GOLD!<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Losing results in having to wash dishes for your opponent and contest sponsor, Reaver, for a year and a day.  Unless challenger has 10 gold to stake.</span><br/></div></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Well ISN'T THAT JUST GREAT. Dio made sure to not touch the new flyer, considering his ripping directly resulted in the man being in the dark regarding his end of the wager. Leaning back, Dio carefully considered his options. He could courageously run away and dive out of the tavern and run off up north to Waterdeep. It isn't too late, and all he'll lose will be his reputation and his chance to sleep somewhere he doesn't have to fear being pissed on by an animal.<br/><br/>If he participates and loses, though... He'll be putting his adventure on hold for a year, working for an employer he'll most likely detest. Or he could bail out and probably have a bounty loaded on his head for the rest of his life. For skipping out on washing dishes. Boy, that'll be a great one to tell.<br/><br/>All this hinges on though, is the one simple question. Can he beat Reaver? Well, he can't get anywhere without trying, onward ho! Onto the cont--No, that's stupid. Making quick decisions for the sake of making quick decisions is stupid. Damn it, this is why his mother told him not to go into betting. Dio quickly refocused himself and began thinking about the situation. If he can attack first, he can win. Take it easy, because it's not all over if he loses. Well, maybe.<br/><br/>"No, but it's not like it will change my mind. We're set, then!"<br/><br/>A few moments and a few steps later, Dio finds himself facing the barkeep in the backdrop of the bar itself; An imposing figure, but he hasn't met a half-orc who isn't imposing, to be honest. With only a mild pause, the swordsman draws his own greatsword from the scabbard, waiting for some sort of a signal to arrive.