Snippet #1347934

"And what'll will make an average man like me believe what an old stomper says?" The old barkeep yelled, annoyed by the old stomper.

The bar that they were in was an old and ready to fall apart; the floors reeked of old blood and moss, and the customers were also a rowdy bunch ready to throw fists at anyone getting in their way. The bar, Dragon's Keep, was the roughest bars in town, but Leonide found peace here. It reminded him of a greater time where the times were looking nowhere but a great future. The violence that he saw within the walls of this building was more than enough to satisfy any stomper, which was something they loved to see and Leonide yearned for. He wasn't scared of the man, he only studied the way the barkeep spoke his words. The choice of words meant everything for him. It was a skill that he was forced to develop when he was a child, his father told him that studying a man is the best way to get into his heart. This was something he did to all living creatures of the world, no matter how cruel.

"I think simply stating yourself to be an average man says what you know." Leonide replied.

He did his best to gaze into his soul, but his eyes no longer worked the same. They were old and the world around him fuzzed slightly, but this didn't stop him from trying. The barkeep wore a leather vest beneath his tarnished tunic, an obvious sign of a battle-ready man. Still, he didn't want to jump too far into one conclusion knowing that almost any being here would wear at least some protective armor, but this was identified as a hot spot in his eyes. It led him to be more observant of the world around him.

Sitting on his chair, he adjusted the seat to face the direction of the barkeep and placed his left arm on the counter to get even closer. You could think that this would be hard for him because of his small height, but the stool that he was sitting on was long as were all the other stools alongside the counter. He began rubbing his beard as he continued to try to gaze into the mans eyes. Figuring this man out was the easy part, it is a matter of getting the information out. Everyone knew of the rebellion, but no one would speak on the matter fearing that some are secretly working with the evil king. With the previous statement Leonide made, the barkeep answered, "No, it don't!"

Perhaps this was going to be a little harder for Leonide, but he was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from being apart of the rebellion and taking his throne back...even if he was an old stomper, the throne was rightfully his. So it is obvious that he is going to have to change his tactics if this man isn't going to be cooperative. "I guess not, sir."

Leonide kept his eyes open for any possible leads of joining the rebellion, and with the amount of traffic of warriors and fighters here, he knew that someone would eventually give him the information he needs.