Bob smiled, his eyes darkening slightly, "Really now? You walk into a bar and the first thing you do is buy a round for everyone. What do you think most of them will think? Some of them will think, oh yay, free booze, like the drunk here. However there are also those who will think, hey look cheap money, wonder how I should go about getting it? You think men that think like that won't shoot you in the back? You think they will walk up to you and ask for your money politely? No, they'll just kill you and take a few minutes to search your body, hell they will probably just take your clothes so they don't have to bother searching your body. And they can sell the clothes later. Then, you let me buy you a meal, just because I seemed nice, this is even after I proffesed I was a pirate. Not only that, you ate said meal, after I talked with the bartender as if we were old friends. What would you do had I had a poison dropped in it? An aphrodisiac? A paralyzer? That is how you get a mark, not by running up to them and yelling for their money, but by trickery and guile. That and being a damn good shot in the dark." Bob tilted his head slightly, "You need to work on your pyromancy by the way. The flame was flickering a tad much."
I seem to have lost my pie cutter.
