As Tuon felt the power seep out of him, the ecstasy which he experienced during the summoning of the Earthworm, he felt a bit of ... loss. Then he finally took notice of the tavern, well what was left of it. Half the chairs and tables had been broken, and many a few of the patrons were on the ground, not as much as he would like mind, but it will have to do. Tuon could do nothing but smile at the damage he had wrought in this place. Well, the Zaggyar were not a normally violent race, but well, there are exceptions to certain restrictions.
Then he saw movement, and it was surprising for it was movement towards him. The drow walked over to him confidently, all regal and mighty, perhaps add a pinch of arrogance in it and uttered a very simple sentence to Tuon. "Nice parlour trick, bright eyes."
Tuon could do nothing but gasp at that arrogant drow as it, no Tuon will not admit that Drow's gender, left the tavern. Regaining his composure, Tuon closed his jaw and sat down on the broken piece of table which the other two patron had been using as their sanctuary before leaving, a wise choice that. He scanned the surrounding and saw many patrons still regaining their composure, a short stocky man running out after the Drow.
Tuon grimaced, probably a cat-purse, a common pest found in taverns such as one like this. A blight on the society, whatever you need could be earned in honourable raids and not this .... action called stealing. Tuon still could not put disgust out of the word Stealing, even though he has been so long in human territory. A tall lean orc was leaving too, probably after the drow. No matter, Tuon could sense that arrogant as the Drow was, it probably had good fighting skills.
As Tuon settled down on the table, it had conveniently been formed into the shape of a Shaka, a plant which grows in the shape of what the humans in this land call a chair.
Tuon was settled down when he saw someone walking over. He could not tell what he was wearing; Tuon still had very little idea about what other creatures wore. But from his grab, he looked like a shaman.
"Such a show of power was unnecessary," the shaman said. Tuon raised his eyes, as much as he could. He hated violence, but he would not hesitate to use violence in order to stop violence, don't anyone know such basic logic?
"When you frequent places like this you observe that many of these dull examples of humans have the capability to ignore much." Tuon merely nodded his head to his observation, he had certainly seen more than one example of that in his travels.
"what brings you to this den of the world? Your race does not leave their land. You are the first I have seen beyond the Rothen." Now, that was shocking, Tuon had never even seen their kind before, but maybe they had things such as scholars or books which showed the Zaggyar. But the Zaggyar are a primitive race, by the human standard, not using books, they use Oral communication to pass down the history of the race. Tuon is one such Bayar, he knows the entire history of the Zaggyar race in his head.
Tuon stood up; he always preferred speaking to someone on a level term, especially more so with s stranger. βWell, first, shaman, can I call you that,β Tuon asked with a wave of his hand, βwell, I have no idea what you are called, so I will just call you shaman first, by your garments. Well, I am Tuon, a Bayar of the Zaggyar, thatβs a magician in human tongue. I also take on many other roles. Well, for that display of power, I simply felt too bored, as the humans would say.β Tuon flashed a brief smile, boredom in the Zaggyar world was always taken up with raiding, oh how he missed those times.
βAnd yes, I tend to notice that many of the humans have an extraordinary talent for ignoring things, they tend to wisen up after some of the lessons I give them, for ignoring a Bayar, of course. Not many people know that I am a Zaggyar, but that is no matter.β
βAs to the reasons for my being here, well,β Tuon turned away from the shaman and looked away, knowing that at the moment his eyes were a bright orange, the colour of hesitation in the Zaggyar language. He was not sure how much the shaman knew of his race, but better to be safe than sorry. He turned towards the shaman again once he was satisfied that his eyes were back to normal purple. β I am sorry, well, as I was saying, my reasons for being here. You see, I was what you called a adventurous Zaggyar, not many of those exist, but one of those I am. So, being life-curious, I set out to attempt to know more of the human world and bring back some knowledge to the Zaggyar race. But on the way here, I found a summons for the king looking for heroes to fight a creature called the Dragon. Well, I personally have never heard of such a creature before and I wanted to fight that creature. Of course, the other benefits of helping the king are involved. So, that is my story, a brief one. What is your story β¦β