<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=133364.msg5944641#msg5944641">Quote from: evangel on 02-03-2012, 08:36:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Dio wasted no time in stampeding over to the inn, almost knocking the door down if it weren't for the last amount of restraints he had. A swordsmanship contest! Ain't he so lucky, to show up just on the day it's being held for a contest of a skill he prides himself in?! Damn, all this praying to the Red Knight is showing fruit!<br/><br/>The blonde hair lightly bobbed up and down, in contrast to his straight arm holding up half of the flyer. "Innkeeper! I would like to participate in this test of strength and wills!" Cool, calm and rational. Something Dio isn't right now, but hey, there's 10 GP at stake!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Laughter fills the tavern, as Dio bursts in and makes his announcement.  A half drunken man sitting, near the door, shouts "Ye hear that, Reaver...the boy wants to actually challenge ya!"<br/><br/>"I heard the boy, and it's his neck he's risking, not mine." a rough accented, voice from behind the bar responds.  And then it'll hit you...wait the barkeep is the guy or well in this case big half-orc the drunk had refered to as Reaver?