Snippet #2680001

Sören said nothing for a moment, and instead focused on his drink. The woman, Whisper he now knew her to be called, and the other man, both claimed to be clanless. His people did not believe that was possible, all humans belonged to a clan, even if it were just their own blood family. Those ties could never be severed, even if you were the only member of your family left.

The alcohol was beginning to hit him a little, he could feel a slight buzz, and with that he started to say as much to his two new drinking companions, but thought it best to finish his drink first. Downing the contents of the mug he sighs and sets it down, but before he can say anything more a voice rings out from behind him. Sören turns around enough to catch sight of the man just as Whisper throws her cup at him. Groaning, Sören stands up, straightening to his full height, before looking the man in the eye and speaking.

"You say that one loses their right to freedom when they begin to interfere with the freedom of another? And that because he is not of this land it is right to lock him away in such a way?" Sören asks, letting his accent thicken a bit to show the man that he was clearly an outsider as well. "If I make a scene will I be locked up as well? Or my friend? Surely throwing her glass caused a scene as well, did it not? Maybe we should lock you up for walking into this bar and raising your voice to the patrons trying to enjoy themselves?" His eyes were glowing now with the power of his runes, his breath misting the air. He did not want a fight, not exactly, but he was ready for one. Though the alcohol might have been pushing him on a bit.