Location [Location] The Silver Sliver Tavern

[Gillar]

Krillor listened intently to Xenova's explanations though his true attention was becoming more obvious as he continued to steal glances at the woman's flirtations. It was obvious to him however that she did would not be truly convinced of what he was telling her. Krillor suddenly took on a thoughtful look and after Xenova had spoke of giving slaves more responsibility, he said, "It is obvious that we will continue to disagree on the core principles of this topic. Perhaps I could show you were I do business? There I believe I can show you the truth behind what I am saying." The woman seemed intent on thoughtful discussion although he could not leave the conversation as it was without at least giving her a glimpse of the fruits of his labor. If he were lucky, perhaps he could get a little more than some discussion out of her. "One of my warehouses is but a short walk from here. There I have former slaves working for me out of choice. Perhaps you can see what I am able to accomplish with individuals rather than property." Krillor's companion eyed him warily but with a but a nod from the merchant, the bodyguard shifted his posture in acknowledgment.

[Xenova Prillar]

Xenova was beginning to worry that she would have to face Silvas with failure and that might cost her more than she wanted to consider. This Krillor was quite convinced of his moral position and had fooled himself into believing that what was simply a slave mind doing what it was born to do was productivity based on freedom. She was firmly convinced that freeing slaves would simply lead to them becoming enslaved to other things.

She more than knew that Krillor was not as focused on her words as her "assets". She was pleased that her seduction skills were not lacking even if her rhetoric was, however even if she let Krillor taste the wares, she would have failed the test which was to convert his thinking without coercion. She sighed and drained her ale with a soft smile.

Why not Mi Lord? Lead the way and I shall see what you have accomplished.

She stood with a certain sadness in her eyes as she contemplated what might be her last act as an intact being and followed Krillor.

[Gillar]

Krillor and his yet unnamed comrade stood. Krillor motioned for Xenova to join them as they exited the tavern. New thread continues the story

[Roan Bjorn]

'SLAM!' The door to the tavern slammed open, Roan stood in the darkness right in the doorway so he could gaze upon the people inside. He entered the tavern at a slow pace. His bear head hood was up, no one could quite see his face. His axe was attached to his hip, but almost dragged on the floor. His fists were in a grip compitition with themselves, Roan was sizing everyone up expecting a fight. Roan was a very tall and an ox of a man, so it was hard for some people to stare.


Roan approuched the bar. He grabbed his axe from his left hip, and placed it on the stool next to him as he sat down. Roan treated his axe like it was his woman. The designs on the blade and the hilt were a dipiction of a battle. "The strongest ale you have," Roan said in a stern voice, not looking up from the bar.

[Roan Bjorn]

Before Roan could even touch his mug, someone else's hand grabbed it and yanked it from his sight. Roan looked up and saw a man about 6'2", he was a muscular man but no were near Roan, he had a small goatee and long black hair.After he had finished chugging Roan's drink, he looked down at Roan and said, "we don't take kindly to outsiders who think they own the place." Roan looked around and noticed three other thugs around him. "So leave or we make you leave," exclaimed the man as he slammed the mug on the bar table. Roan just smiled and started laughing. The man and other thugs became confused, it was writen all over there faces, "you think this is a joke?" The man said as he placed a hand on Roan's shoulder.


Roan grabbed the mug of the table and slammed it into the man's face, then swiftly punched a thug in the abdomin, grabbed him by the back of the head and smashed it on the bar table. The thug fell to the floor unconcious and bleeding from his face.

The other thugs looked at each other, then rushed at Roan. Roan grabbed a chair, throwing it with great force, slammed into one thug with a loud crash. The thug still rushing hesitated and looked back at the other. When he looked forward Roan was in front of him. His grin was the only thing he could see under the hood.Roan grabbed the thug by the neck squeezing tightly, picked him up and slammed him to the ground. Roan got on top the man in a mount position, one after the other he was punching the mans face into the ground. "Nobody touches me!" Roan screamed as he kept punching him, blood had soaked his fists, and was flying over him. When Roan had finaly stopped, the man was dead and recognized only as tenderized meat. Roan stood up and looked at his hands, they were covered in the man's blood.

He reveled in it.

Roan left the bar, hopeing to catch a boat to Nyka.

[Z'hara]

At this point Z'hara was relatively fimiliar with the Silver Sliver and the poeple who were regulars,so as usual he walked in his wings wraped tight to make sure nobody saw through his disguise, he headed straight for the bar and sat down, "How you doing Jeb,give me a bottle of your finest wine please and I'll be off"

He got the bottle payed what he owed and headed straight for his usual seat in the back of the tavern just waiting for something to happen,simply because something always did.

As he got comfortable he opened up his bottle of wine and put it away gulp after gulp not really caring much about what was going in in the rest of the tavern,he sat there and minuets quickly turned to hours not that it bothered him he didnt have anything better to do anyway.