Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24597741-20140123204145/@comment-24496453-20140202172623

Richard lightly strides through the crowd of the tavern, as if he isn't there. His natural passive attitude allows him to slip through crowds like no other. As he approaches the pirates, his heart jumps into his throat. He quickly adjusts his destination to the counter, and sits down. "I didn't think that through. How in Oblivion was I about to just meander up to a group of pirates?" He takes a deep breath and lays his hand on his father's sword, which lays in it's sheath. Rich had grown accustomed of the sword and even handled it well enough. Nothing compared to the way Lucifer could handle his father's sword. "Buy them drinks." Lucifer suggested. Richard took a deep breathe, half expecting a full brawl to ensue. "You men look like you could use some drinks?" He meagerly said as he turned toward them. "How about it?"