Laughs out loud at that remark.
I doubt that, she says, for I know many things already.

*Looks at Barbus confused as he is already sitting*

Someone obviously forgot to teach you the meaning of humble

Oh, is that what you call it. I have heard rumors about that one I have. Make no mistake, it takes a real man to win this heart.

Look, kid, I met with your boss yesterday, he seems a bit disturbed that you are not performing up to par, I do not want to see you get fired, are you sure the drink has not been affecting your work? Just keep this between you and I, but he has been on the fence about that for a little bit now. Just take it easy on that stuff.

*starts to laugh a bit which quickly turns into a cough. he spits up a little bit of blood through the ordeal. Acting as if nothing happened he wipes it away with his sleeve.*

He would be doing me a favor if he fired me. Do you have any idea what type of nonsense goes on in that building of his? Always a one for theatrics he was. Not something I had intended to deal with til my dying day.

while the 2 men dribble over there conversation, she finishes her food. taking a well deserved drink, she opens the box to look inside. Her eyes widen in amazement and quickly shuts the lid.
She looks towards Mr. Nasty, "Where do I find you boss?"

Boromir comes out of the kitchen with the ancient sword in his hands that Barbus gave him as a token. He has no clue how to use a sword, yet is fascinated with the old designing of it. His face gets questioning as he thinks where could it come from. Who made it? What purpose did it have in the hands of that one who once used it?

*Shrugs*

Wherever he wants you to find him.

He has a building in town.

((He gives you directions. On your map you got from smiless it is the unmarked building across from building 13 near point I))

You ingreatful little cus! Have you not forgotten everything he has done for you? Who lets you drink on his dime every day, and you mock what he does? I have half a mind to take you out back and teach you the meaning of respect.

She stands up taking the box underneath her arm. Thanks for your help then. I do hope that what ever it is that is troubling you soon comes to an end.
We will talk again Barbus.
She walks out brusquely and slams the door.

Well when it becomes a full mind you let me know. I will be here and waiting

*raises a hand to backhand the smartmouthed kid* you are lucky *smacks the kid accross the mouth* you are lucky this is what I give you, I could end you, but I wouldn't do you the favor, now get out of here before I change my mind. *draws a dagger*

*Takes the hit in stride and then finishes his drink*

Looks around to make sure Re'anna has left

Ah, threatening a dying man with death. That is a bit anti climatic even for you Barbus. I can't leave, I am merely doing what I was paid for. Like I said, Rathil was always the one for theatrics. He is brewing something, I am just his game piece as are we all I sometimes think

I could always curse you with eternal life, and in your condition, I think that would be hell, no leave you cocky cus, or I will be forced to make you leave.

*Sighs a bit*

Okay look, you must have misunderstood. I was paid to come here, deliver the box, and be an overwhelming jerk. I don't know why, I don't ask questions, I just do. Rathil even told me to resort to insults to him if necessary. Theatrics, remember?
You can check with him if you like. You were not supposed to get in the middle of it as it was not his intention to anger you but seeing as I couldn't tell you this with Re'anna in the room I had to go with it. Rathil is up to something and that something apparantly has to do with everyone hating me. Yeah, I get the bum end of the deal, what ya gonna do? Throw me out if you have too but I was told to stay.

Boromir puts a hand over his mouth at the scenery. He then takes a big breathe and sits down to continue studying the ancient sword.

As protector of this establishment, I am to keep drama to a minimum, I will have a word with my friend Rathil.

Wait a minute, you said you are dying right? Rathil likes theatrics, lets go outside and give him some *wink*

*Shrugs a bit*

As long as you are buying the next drink

I think I may know what he is up to, and he must be stopped. I have noticed he has been playing with his magical trinkets a little too often, and now has you, a terminally ill apprentice, I'll bet he is trying to find someone to practice resurrection on, that is why he sent you to be annoying, he knows that I have a quick temper and thought I would dispatch you so he may work his magic, ha! not going to work this time. Take this potion, and go outside, in about 5 minutes you will fall into a deep sleep, but wake up refreshed in a couple hours. We will act out like we are fighting on the street, and when he comes to examine the courpse, he will find no wounds, and you will be breathing so lightly your chest would almost look perfectly still.