Sometimes things just play right into each other. Steel Wolf had just set her weapon on the bar and before Warren could motion to examine the piece - it did have a fair bit of work laden into it, something the highlander was partial to - there was noise behind him. Angry voices, yelling, aggression. Warren took a glance over his shoulder to make certain his gut instinct was correct and then tapped Steel's arm, motioning for her to join him.
Warren stepped away from the dimmer atmosphere of the bar and into the more well-lit portion of the Quicksand, boots sounding heavily as he drew his sword from its place at his hip. He gripped it with a tight fist covered in the same armor he wore out to Fesca's Wash and turned his gaze on the Roegadyn and the sniveling hyur.
"Pardon, friend. You're picking a fight you don't want." He didn't raise his voice, not seeing the necessity of it having drawn weaponry already. The implication was clear enough, he figured.
Warren stepped away from the dimmer atmosphere of the bar and into the more well-lit portion of the Quicksand, boots sounding heavily as he drew his sword from its place at his hip. He gripped it with a tight fist covered in the same armor he wore out to Fesca's Wash and turned his gaze on the Roegadyn and the sniveling hyur.
"Pardon, friend. You're picking a fight you don't want." He didn't raise his voice, not seeing the necessity of it having drawn weaponry already. The implication was clear enough, he figured.
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