Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24597741-20140123204145/@comment-24496453-20140202133521

Lucifer stares around the room, collecting information and formulating a plan. He calls for another drink and swigs the mead down in one go. He has been watching two particular groups of people. The first look like the stereo-typical, run of the mill, band of pirates. Maybe three to five of them sit against some crates toward the bar. The second is a group of hearty-looking men. Not necessarily bandits or pirates. Men who seem like they like to fight, and if not, they should. He gets out of his seat and starts to walk to the group of burly men. "I hope your right.." Rich worryingly tells Lucifer. "Hey, boys" Lucifer starts to say, leaning over the table. "Those men over there are saying a whole lot of garbage about you, and I wanted to know where they are to say something of the sort?.." He nods his head in the direction of the pirates. "I was afraid they would get away with it, for a second. I just HAD to tell you."