Franz entered the Quicksand from the direction of the markets, holding a large bag of what could only have been supplies for a meal later. The glutton of a Garlean of course, had purchased some sweets as well, knowing full well they'd probably be eaten by the others in the house before he ever had a chance. Nevertheless, maybe this would be the week?
He glanced over the pub looking for a table to sit at and order a drink and some lunch for himself, noticing Coatleque at a table, with P'azih and some Highlander he'd seen at the Grindstone on a few occasions.Â
Walking over, he set the bag down underneath the table and tried to make eye contact with the paladin. "Miss Crofte, isn't that a little strong?"
Just the air around the bottle would have been enough to get a lalafell drunk.
"Is everything alright?" He gave the other two a look that would have clearly said "someone needs to keep on eye on her"
He glanced over the pub looking for a table to sit at and order a drink and some lunch for himself, noticing Coatleque at a table, with P'azih and some Highlander he'd seen at the Grindstone on a few occasions.Â
Walking over, he set the bag down underneath the table and tried to make eye contact with the paladin. "Miss Crofte, isn't that a little strong?"
Just the air around the bottle would have been enough to get a lalafell drunk.
"Is everything alright?" He gave the other two a look that would have clearly said "someone needs to keep on eye on her"
