Abadar be praised that his workday was over. The day had been a hectic mess of hunting down thieves of the amateur variety and breaking up fights at the marketplace. That an old lady could swing a bag so hard that you got a black eye was a feat to be sure. Not to mention all the abuse he took while escorting her to the watch-house. All he wanted now was to take a stein of brew and some stew at the Rusty Dragon and relax. Hopefully there wouldn't be any brawls tonight. It would be just his luck...<br/><br/>He ducked in through the door just in time to hear the back end of Old Beaver's story, giving everyone an awkward nod as he carefully moved between the tables. Being a very tall human in heavy watch armor meant he most usually had to buy a few replacement drinks from knocking over tables and the like. Clumsy like an ox in a pottery stand was something he heard fairly often, though few meant any harm with it. Gentle giant Roland. He somehow made his way to the bar without knocking anything over, though it was close when he gave Sayla a friendly wave of hello.<br/><br/>"<strong>Goblins are not a joking matter Makoto.</strong>" He leaned in on the counter, showing Ameiko two fingers to signal that today was the sort of day that required two brews to equalize. He threw a worried glance towards his two younger<em>siblings</em>. It was a weird family to be sure. "<strong>They can be crafty buggers, especially in large numbers. If you go poking around in their turf there is no telling what they may do. It could trigger all kinds of raids against the outlying villages.</strong>"<br/><br/>Roland the straight edge. Although he had an adventurous spirit at heart he was still a watchman. There was no denying he was the number one party-crasher in town, always playing it by the book. That was, at least, until Ameiko or Sayla inevitably pulled him down from the high horse and dragged him kicking and screaming towards some adventure.