<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5951820#msg5951820">Quote from: sleepingferret on 04-03-2012, 05:43:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Reaver, the barkeep looks at you and replies. "First one to disarm the other wins.  No intentional blood shed, though the last guy got mad and tried something stupid....so I smashed him in the face with my sword hilt and knocked him to the ground.  He walked away with a broken nose."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Got it."<br/><br/>The barkeep's sedated mannerisms finally started to keep Dio's own excitement in check. While the younger of the participants believed in his own strength, he couldn't accurately gauge Reaver's. His stoicism reflected a confidence that didn't use hot air as a shaky base, so when he meant that yes, the kid will be the one "risking his neck", he really does believe it.<br/><br/>In the midst of glass jingling and words mingling, Dio kept quiet in the blanket of noise while his eyes looked over Reaver's impressive stature. It took only a few moments before he decided to go for it anyway. The contest rules are simple enough, and any more delays than a courteous wait until the proprietor's break will do Dio more harm than good.<br/><br/>"Alright, old man! Need help washing those dishes or think we can step outside now?"