[ Arthur raises a hand to catch the barkeep's attention, angling his head at Rhys in a "I'll have what he's having" sort of gesture. The fellow nods and disappears behind the bar, while Arthur turns his attention back to his fellow Viera. Blue eyes peek over the tops of his shaded spectacles, his grin losing some of its edge as the conversation turns towards matters of business. ]
The same thing as you, I'd reckon. Why is it always bandits?
[ He frowns a bit, folding his hands on the table between them. He contemplates the top of the table for a moment, lantern light glinting off his glasses. ]
Entire gangs of bandits don’t just up and vanish like this, especially not the ones mucking around with voidsent. It’s right swiving strange.
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The same thing as you, I'd reckon. Why is it always bandits?
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[ He sighs and knocks back the rest of his drink, motioning for another when the barkeep makes Arthur's.]
So it's lead you here, can I assume this is where your trail ended as well?
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[ He frowns a bit, folding his hands on the table between them. He contemplates the top of the table for a moment, lantern light glinting off his glasses. ]
Entire gangs of bandits don’t just up and vanish like this, especially not the ones mucking around with voidsent. It’s right swiving strange.