Farri shook his head, "Nah, flagon of ale or mead is wha--!!" but to no avail he was snatched up and almost literally drug over to the girl and Highlander, "N-nah is fine, Ahm sure they'll pair us, or s-somethin'!"
Giving up the resistance, the Hyur gazed over to his fate. There the stoic barbarian stood, with a particular girl standing near him. "Is she /really/ tryin' tah talk to him?" he thought out loud to himself, but as they drew closer he realized they would be next. It looked as though the girl wasn't squished yet, so it could be safe enough. Or maybe the big man had a soft spot for girls? What if he said the wrong thing?? Would this be the end?? There was another particular person, a male by the looks of it within close proximity of the Highlander, suggesting he-too was dragged into the girl's acquaintance-making trap.
The two men approached the other group. Quite a spectacle to see, if others were paying attention to what was going on, but in truth they looked as different as anyone else and blended in quite well. Bahamut's destruction really did a number on the continent, but it certainly pulled everyone closer together, no matter shape or class.
Quickly, Farridor tried to hide his broken weapon, putting it behind his back as the two men took their final steps. The dye on his armor finally seemed to dry just enough to stop bleeding everywhere, though it did not mean it made his armor look better. Settling on his fate, he sighs again, and begins the formalities, "AH--erm...Hi there?"
Giving up the resistance, the Hyur gazed over to his fate. There the stoic barbarian stood, with a particular girl standing near him. "Is she /really/ tryin' tah talk to him?" he thought out loud to himself, but as they drew closer he realized they would be next. It looked as though the girl wasn't squished yet, so it could be safe enough. Or maybe the big man had a soft spot for girls? What if he said the wrong thing?? Would this be the end?? There was another particular person, a male by the looks of it within close proximity of the Highlander, suggesting he-too was dragged into the girl's acquaintance-making trap.
The two men approached the other group. Quite a spectacle to see, if others were paying attention to what was going on, but in truth they looked as different as anyone else and blended in quite well. Bahamut's destruction really did a number on the continent, but it certainly pulled everyone closer together, no matter shape or class.
Quickly, Farridor tried to hide his broken weapon, putting it behind his back as the two men took their final steps. The dye on his armor finally seemed to dry just enough to stop bleeding everywhere, though it did not mean it made his armor look better. Settling on his fate, he sighs again, and begins the formalities, "AH--erm...Hi there?"
