Deverick The Bold... So It Begins!
The matter of potential employment settled, at least until he spoke to Ren O Star, or more like one of his assistants, Deverick thanked Gelbrun, and offered the Dwarf his arm to clasp. “Afore I go, do ye av a place for me to store me gear, for a spell? This chain be heavy to tot, even fer me.” He said with a grin.
With the matter of his future employment settled, at least as far as the Guild was concerned, Dev headed straight to the bar and ordered tall ale. It was quickly downed, and its brother was now in Dev’s hand. He leaned against the bar and watched the arm wrestling going on. One of them was a striking woman from the far north. Dev had only seen her like once, and long ago.
The Northern Wench defeated her opponent, and then looked around and locked eyes with Deverick. He almost dropped his ale when he smiled and actually winked at him. He was no wet behind the ears lad, when it came to women. Nay, in fact, he had broken a few hearts of the fairer sex, from time to time. But this woman was different; she had to be, if she was here. She asked for another opponent, and Deverick found himself heading over to drop into the chair opposite her.
The large man returned her grin with broad even teeth. “Hail, and well met, Wench. I be Deverick, son of Borcar. Just joined th Guild, I did. If ye want an opponent, I be yer man. But what say, we make it be more interesting. Say a Gold Orb ta the winner?"
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