Booze money

[02:32] Setzer Azahara says, "I don't drink."
[02:32] Gastan Varhar says, "For fuck sake.."
[02:35] The poor drakan-boy already looked tired out, lacking the stamina in his tank for another fight--but if he didn't push himself, what was the point...?

So he forced a smile and nodded down toward Coach Yulia, then scanned the area.

A large, horned kaor-demon.
A storm magi with a weapon that made him look fifty levels above Elren.
And then there was a drunk man, flames surging around him.

"...Any of you three want to go a round...?"
(Elren Norric)
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[02:35] Gastan Varhar says, "No booze"
[02:35] Gastan Varhar exclaims, "So i will fuckin fight!"
[02:35] Elren Norric exclaims, "Okay!"
[02:36] Elren makes sure to equip his weapon this time, taking a pair of rune-enchanted gauntlets from his satchel...
(Elren Norric)
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[02:36] The man was pissed off. He was really pissed off. The Viking had no booze to drink. He would go through his pockets. No booze...."

The man would grow angry.

"Fuckin bloody hell! I need fuckin booze..."
(Gastan Varhar)
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[02:37] Gastan Varhar says, "Oi lad if i win i want booze."
[02:37] Elren Norric says, "...uhm, sure..."
[02:38] Another round, so soon!

She knew that coming here would be a quick way to get Elren fighting experience! Everyone here is always fighting, all the time...! ...That much isn't quite her cup of tea, but -

-- ... She wasn't going to insult people on their own land. Especially people who were growing so quickly.
(Yulia Felice)
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[02:42] The man would laugh. So it was another fuckin lad who fought like him. How the bloody hell he keep meeting these people. It was funny. The man would chuckle and then smirk.

"Not bad...not bad."

As the boy would come he would find arrow sending back as well. The two cosmic fighters would keep going. "Ah I see yah use the big boy moves. I haven't got there yet. But this should be enough."

He would then disappear as the young man would come.

With a quick slam of his hand a meteor would send the boy to the ground.

"Good fuckin fight. Now then...booze up lad."
(Gastan Varhar)
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[02:44] The drakan-boy was blasted enough by a meteor of cosmic, forced back. He grit his teeth, and regained his footing soon after with a light, tired smile...

"Mm, you're good to practice against," he murmured, before offering the man a satchel of coin, "...This should be enough for a few."

Then, he took some steps back, and nodded with a sense of eagerness in his serpentine irises. "Again?"
(Elren Norric)
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[02:44] {Item} Picked up a bag of 100 dropped by Elren Norric.
[02:44] Gastan Varhar says, "...."
[02:44] Gastan Varhar says, "I want more booze if yah want to fight again."
[02:44] Elren Norric says, "...Sure."
[02:48] Gastan Varhar says, "Alright lad this good enough"
[02:48] Elren Norric exclaims, "...One more time!"
[02:48] Gastan Varhar says, "Sorry "
[02:48] Gastan Varhar says, "But i got to go drink"
[02:48] {Item} Picked up a bag of 100 dropped by Elren Norric.
[02:48] Elren Norric says, "...Right, okay then."
[02:48] Elren Norric says, "Mm- I need more practice."
[02:48] Elren Norric whispers something.
[02:49] The man would scoop his money up in glee.

"Setzer! See I told yah the gods have fuckin bless meh! Booze is in my grasp!"

The Viking would sing.
(Gastan Varhar)
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[02:50] Gastan Varhar whispers: Where is everyone?
[02:50] Setzer Azahara says, "Nice job, Gastan."
[02:50] Setzer Azahara says, "Go have yourself a ball."
[02:50] Setzer Azahara whispers: Up north, in New Tongyishan.
[02:50] Setzer Azahara whispers: Bo- whatever its' called.
[02:50] Tizoc whispers: Psst your house is done
[02:51] Setzer Azahara whispers: Thanks, Tizoc.
[02:51] Setzer hands him a bag of coins. They never go unrewarded.
(Setzer Azahara)
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[02:52] "I didn't expect you to win all of them."

Her words are spoken lightly, as not to offend, but -- ... Plainly, like she expected this. It was expected, after all. She'd told Elren, when they came here -- This was a city built on the backs of people who did nothing but fight. It was, likely, a getaway made so that they could fight, with no rules.

...It made her wonder, briefly -- If that meant there were no laws, here. It made her wonder if people would often die on the plains in front of her, simply due to the battlethirst of those that soon would call this place home.

"But -- You're getting better, right? A 3-1 win-loss ratio is really good! See? You're way stronger than you give yourself credit for."
(Yulia Felice)
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[02:52] The blacksmith would smirk.

"Yah fuckin damn right I am. Gonna drink till I bloody pass out."

The man would look at Tizoc. "Oi Tizoc yah got a fuckin tavern around ere? I need some fuckin booze lad."
(Gastan Varhar)