The hulking figure sat in the darkest corner of the bar that he could find, hunched over a pint of mead, listening to the sounds outside the bar. His right hound was the only visible part of him jutting out of the cloak, holding on to the handle of the pewter tankard. His eyes peered out from under the hood of his cloak, pulled low over his face as to avoid any sort of recognition. Molegrik doing his best to hide himself in the tavern, hoping that the watchmen of the city did not find him. The half golem had run into a bit of a problem earlier today when he stopped a group of thieves from attacking a small man and his daughter. He had ended up killing two of the thieves who had pulled daggers on him. Unfortunately for him, the father and daughter had run, and a passerby had witnessed "a huge, brutish thing mauling innocent people in the street". As a result, the city guards were on the look for an ogreish beast running about with fancy iron armor on his legs and arms. Molegrik, who was used to such treatment by locals he tried to help, had run through the streets and found this inn.

Huddled under his cloak, eyes fixed on the door, Molegrik brought the pint up to his hooded face and drank deeply. At midday, there were few patrons to hide among, and he stood out hunched in his corner. Luckily however, no armored men had come into the tavern for as long as he had been here. He guessed the sun had sunk a bit, lengthening the shadows by now since more and more people were entering the bar. This would help him when it came time for him to leave sometime after dark. The patrons, drunk by that time, would be easy to slip through, and it was possible that the city's watch will have thought him long gone by that time.

The Half-Elve slipped in swiftly and silently as he looked around the nearly empty tavern. His eyes scanned around until he spotted the cloaked man. A bit shady for a man to be needing a hood in a tavern. Mayhaps fate favors him as much as it favors me… He thought as he bit his lip as the patrons saw his small pointy ears and gave him a cold look. It seems they noticed that he was a half-breed. He sighed softly not bothering to make social contact as he took a few steps in and then made his way to the table of the hooded man.


”Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked the hooded man. Before the man could reply he took a seat across from him as he looked around quickly. He was of course on his best behavior but he was staying clear of most crowds. He did not want to get jumped by a group of Vigilantes again. Conflict is the least he wants as long as he is in this city. He then looked back to the hooded man giving him a soft and friendly smile as he scanned him with his eyes. There was something about him he did not quite trust but then again that gut feeling he had when he was around most people.

He then took in a deep breath as he caught one of the patrons glair as he looked back to the hooded man. ”Friendly town…” He replied in a somewhat sarcastic yet bright manner. His voice seemed calm and still rather young yet also it had a strange exotic feel to it. He rested his elbows on the table as one of his hands ran through his hair. More of those thugs have been looking for him on the streets after the incident the other night. But then again it was not wise for men armed with only clubs to attack one with a long sword. He then glanced back to the hooded man as he scanned him again maybe he should leave the man be soon. He did not seem to be one of the social types and he seemed kind of dark. Probably someone he would not want to get involved with…

Molegrik watched as the door opened, permitting an elf to come inside and scan the room. He was most unpleased when the being found his table in the corner and decided it would make a fine seat for himself, but he wouldn't begrudge him the chair. He wasn't using it anyway. He nodded under his hood when the man asked, not surprised at all when the elf sat down without actually waiting for his reply. From the looks of things, this might a decent companion, seeing the looks he received from the other patrons in the bar, and the manner in which he spoke. His hidden mouth smiled at the elves comments.

"Quite a friendly place indeed," he responded, doubting the man expected any conversation from him at all. "From the looks of it, it treats you as well for your looks as it does mine. I hope they don't have the guards out for you as they do for me." He chuckled in good humor. Even with the prospect of being arrested, he was still in a decent mood. Using his right hand, he waved over a wench. "My friend would most likely desire a drink milady. see to it that he gets what he wants." He could spare a coin for someone in such a situation as he.

He turned his attention to the half elf once more. "So, how has this city treaed you other than in this bar?"

He shifted in his seat as the man ordered him a drink. He blinked in confusion he was expecting someone to ask him to leave like normal but this man was different. He looked at him oddly as if he was acting odd for most people. ”Town guard not so much… But Vigilantes wanting to claim Half-Elve blood a lot of that…” He said quietly as the woman put down a rather large mug of ale in front of it. He then took it and drank a rather large gulp as he looked back to the man with a friendly smile.

”Thank you good sir.” He said politely enjoying the taste. This city did have a good side to it. They served rather good ale and for that he would remember. He then went back to the subject as he shifted in his seat again. This time he looked back to him as he kept his smile as he took in a deep breath as he began to speak again. ”As far as the city treating me I feel like what I normally do when I enter fine cities like this… A social outcast… The Elves are two posh to give me the time of day and the humans give me a look of disgust because I am not a pure blood…” He said quietly as he looked down taking another sip this time not a big gulp like the first one. He then looked back up as his smile came back upon his face as he quickly changed the subject.

”Other then that I assume the city has treated you better then it has treated me… He said quietly as he waited for the man to talk. For some reason he was starting to take a liking to this man. Which was very rare since most people he meets he has a great dislike. But this person did not treat him differently he was actually treating him like a person and for a Half-blood like him it was rare. He then took in a deep breath as he glanced around the Tavern quietly as he saw a few people enter he quickly shifted so they could not a good look of him hoping they were not apart of those Vigilantes…

Molegrik was not surprised at all when the half elf acted bewildered at his ordering another drink. Most people would have asked another to leave, but at the moment, the half golem could identify with the other. He took a drink of his own mead, nodding at the man's thanks. He had looked as though he could have used a bit of refreshment at the moment, and Molegrik was happy to supply him with one too. He figured that the man deserved at least a small amount of good treatment, even if it was to be given by a complete stranger.

The half golem listened to the mans telling of his experiences so far in Taras, shaking his head at the indignities that had been committed to the newcomer. He knew that elves could be cruel to half breeds of their own kind, but one would think that humans would be able to identify. After all, they were often looked upon as the outcasts among all races. They could be either good or evil, and had near the shortest lifespans.

"You would assume wrongly if you did," Molegrik replied, taking a large gulp of his own drink. "It turns out one must look entirely human to commit a decent act in this city. I was caught over the bodies of two thieves who were in the act of harming an innocent father and his daughter. Due to unfortunate changes in my appearances, a passerby mistook me for some sort of ogre, and the watch is out looking for me at the moment." He chuckled, took a swig of mead, then continued. "I've been in here since, biding my time."

He noticed the half elf's gaze shift to the door for a moment. His own eyes flickered in that direction. Since the newcomer had sat down at his table, he had neglected to watch for any guards that might be coming or going. He let out a sigh, unaware that he had been holding his breath. He heard a similar sound from across the table. Looking back, he saw the elf had shifted himself to be less recognizable from the doorway. "I take it you are in here to avoid encountering these Vigilantes you've met up with."