Snippet #1092

"So what'd he do to piss you off?"

Melisarious gave the man a cold look, his ice blue eyes peeking out from behind the mug of ale he was sipping. "He talked to me."

The air in the pub seemed to turn a few degrees cooler upon his statement. This elf truly was very intimidating.

... Oh wait, never mind. It got cooler because some pirate came in through the front door. Ha ha.

A suicidal pirate it seems, as he suddenly began to flirt with the perceived females in the bar, one of whom was a homicidal homophobic gun-toting elf. Mel gritted his teeth and gripped his mug as rage threatened to spew forth, but he managed to calm himself enough to just ignore the oaf. It wasn't his concience that got him to settle down though, but his financial sense. If he went around shooting every idiot who came onto him, he'd soon run out of bullets. And since he was all but broke at the moment, he couldn't really afford to blow away everyone who offended him, much as he would like to.

So he just sat at his stool and stewed, an aura of black rage rising from his short form. Of course, because of his appearance, he looked more like he was having a cute pout than a dark brooding.

It was then that the hulking gnome entered (well, "hulking" for a gnome, anyway) and began to drunkenly blather on about Raiders and a map and priceless treasure. This spiked Mel's interest up tremendously. True, fifty raiders seemed a bit... much, even for an elf of his skills, but if the gnome and any other adventurer could take those ruffians out, then Mel could sneak in, take out said adventurers and gnome, then keep all the loot for himself.

An evil smile appeared on his pretty face, and even his cute features could not hide the malevolence of it.

Yes... this stupid gnome could be my ticket out of my current financial crisis, the gunhand thought. Drunk up, short stuff. It'll be the last pint you'll ever get to take...