"Me? Hm." Ken glanced around, taking in the rest of those gathered. His eyes narrowed as his gaze lingered on the girl and Highlander briefly. Rubbing his chin, he turned back to Farridor.
"Heh. I just didn't have anything better to do," he said with a wry grin. "I lost my job and thought I could prove myself here. Maybe join the Adders myself, if they're paying."
The Miqo'te cocked his head, eying the Hyur speculatively. "So, a blacksmith's apprentice. Well, you already know how to hammer things into submission. I'd say that's half the battle. Maybe learn a little finesse, and drink plenty of milk while you train." He nodded sagely.
Farridor joined the Miqo'te in the view before grumbling at the words spoken to him. "Hrmph.. Ahm no kid, Ah don't need any milk..Ahm jus' trained ta do what I been told!" Farri said, begrudgingly. He shot a glance at Ken before looking back down at his weapon in his arms. Perhaps he was better off going home, he pondered as some of the less-dry dye seeped into the cloth of the shaft of the now defunct guisarme. Sighing an irritated, though disappointed breath, he changed the subject, looking over to the huge, taught beast of a man towering over most of those around him.
"Ah hope they don' pair us off...Ah hate te be paired with that guy.." He pointed in the direction of the Highlander, already knowing some poor soul will be stuck face to face with Death incarnate.
"Heh. I just didn't have anything better to do," he said with a wry grin. "I lost my job and thought I could prove myself here. Maybe join the Adders myself, if they're paying."
The Miqo'te cocked his head, eying the Hyur speculatively. "So, a blacksmith's apprentice. Well, you already know how to hammer things into submission. I'd say that's half the battle. Maybe learn a little finesse, and drink plenty of milk while you train." He nodded sagely.
Farridor joined the Miqo'te in the view before grumbling at the words spoken to him. "Hrmph.. Ahm no kid, Ah don't need any milk..Ahm jus' trained ta do what I been told!" Farri said, begrudgingly. He shot a glance at Ken before looking back down at his weapon in his arms. Perhaps he was better off going home, he pondered as some of the less-dry dye seeped into the cloth of the shaft of the now defunct guisarme. Sighing an irritated, though disappointed breath, he changed the subject, looking over to the huge, taught beast of a man towering over most of those around him.
"Ah hope they don' pair us off...Ah hate te be paired with that guy.." He pointed in the direction of the Highlander, already knowing some poor soul will be stuck face to face with Death incarnate.
