Hammy, on dirait qu'on est enfin en route.
Henri a été reconnu par un petit ronflement du porcelet coincé dans l'escroc de son bras. Henri a hurlé.
"Mmm... Oui, je crois, mais elle a dit que si je ne t'ai pas emmenée avec moi alors elle allait te transformer en bacon. Tu es beaucoup trop petite pour ça, autant que tu reviennes avec moi. Je pourrais vous transformer en mecha-pig, je l'ai déjà fait, c'était un succès rugissant! »
Le petit cochon vient de renifler. Henri s'est griffé la tête et a laissé sortir un bâilleur profond et tonnerre. Il a atteint sa poche et sorti un bâton noir et a sauté une extrémité dans sa bouche. Il est revenu dans sa poche et a sorti un petit chalumeau de taille main. Cliquer plusieurs fois sur un déclencheur n'a apparemment pas donné la réaction appropriée, le docteur a secoué le petit appareil à peu près dans l'air au-dessus de sa tête. Il l'a ramenée et a encore cliqué sur la petite détente. Soudain, un grand éclat de flamme est apparu, beaucoup à gros pour son travail prévu. Henri s'est penché vers l'avant, braquant le bâton dans l'énorme flamme. L'oxygène qu'il a traversé a produit de la fumée pour remplir ses poumons. Il a relâché la gâchette pour que la flamme soit morte et a ensuite placé le chalumeau dans sa poche. Il a continué sur le chemin ne s'arrêtant pas jusqu'à ce qu'il atteigne le DOG BAWDY.
"Allons-y, Hammy."
Le Dr Vickers n'était pas sûr de ce qu'il fallait faire de la scène à l'intérieur, apparemment une sorte de ruckus se passait. Décidant de ne pas trop s'inquiéter, il tourna autour de la pièce, le long des murs, seulement de temps en temps demander à quelqu'un de s'éloigner du chemin.
"Excusez-moi. Excusez-moi, mademoiselle. Ah, non monsieur, c'est mon cochon, vous ne pouvez pas jouer avec lui."
Il a fait son chemin jusqu'à ce qu'il puisse prendre un verre.
"Une Ale et une gorgée pour mon ami, merci."
Alors qu'il attendait, il observait la chambre.
ꝿ NAME: Dirion Seryn
ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH BUSKER: Dirion has been bumming around The Bawdy Dog for around a week and a half. During this time he has become somewhat of a regular. More to the point, he has grown quite the tab. Half due to his new drinking problem and half because of Busker's "business" practices. Dirion now only has enough to pay for half the tab. Dirion holds a strong disdain for Busker because of the hole he put him in.
ꝿ RELATIONSHIP WITH PALLAS: Dirion has picked up chatter over time in the Dog (Read: Just a second ago/right before she walked in.) That Pallas is a bounty hunter. Now normally an innocent man has nothing to fear from a bounty hunter. But sadly this is not a normal kind of time. For all Dirion knows there is a sizable bounty on him just waiting to be plucked up... He was have to be careful around her.
ꝿ NEEDS: To find and crush his enemies because they destroyed his life.
ꝿ OBJECT: His and Brigen's rings.
ꝿ DETAILS: Dirion was raised by a sellsword named Victor starting at the age of eleven. This is because he was forced to leave his home due to unfortunate circumstances. During his time he was taught how to fight along moving without a sound and ehm.. Cajoling women. Much to his now distaste. Eventually Victor died and Dirion went out on his own. Soon finding... Her.
Dirion fell in love with the daughter of a noble that ruled over a nearby city. Her name was Brigen. The father didn't approve but they were planning to get married one way or another. After fighting with the Father over their marriage for a long time Dirion and Brigen argeed to elope. The night they planned to leave Dirion went to Brigen's bedroom to find her dead, strangled. By who he didn't know. A second later guards burst into her room and arrested Dirion for Brigen's murder. He managed to escape on his way to execution. Not soon after fleeing the city.
Now Dirion stews in The Bawdy Dog all day. He plans to soon launch an investigation to find who killed his love. Once he gets enough coin to hire some help. And.... And maybe after just one more bottle..
Dirion's hair is long and his features thin and sharp. While his haired is naturally blond he died it grey to disguise as an old man to help him flee the city. He did not take into account how hard the blasted dye would be to get out once he had gotten it in. While you can see fringes of blond hairs starting to poke out from the roots the majority of his hair is still grey. He covers himself in a bland brown cloak. Underneath hides some decent grade garb. Better than what a regular peasant would have, but no where near as good as something of a lord or nobles cloth.