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Confrontation

“Turns out it wasn’t a control orb, it was a summoning orb,” Zantoris told his laughing audience at Welcome Home. “I’d just called up a water elemental, and it was pissed.”

“You are so full of shit,” chuckled a veteran at the next table, his card game forgotten.

“So I’ve got my staff in one hand, the broken orb in the other,” continued Zantoris, grinning at the commenter. “Zujeja is swearing at me in Zandali, she’s even more pissed, and I figure I’m better off taking my chances with the elemental.”

The group was too interested in his yarn to notice the well-dressed man stalking up the pavement towards them until he shouted, “Which one of you is Zantoris?”

The veterans all turned to look at the newcomer. His face was flushed, his expensive clothes in disarray. He glared from one to the next until Zantoris spoke up. “That’s me, mate, what’s the problem?”

“The problem is you.” The stranger pointed an accusatory finger. “You’re sleeping with my wife!”

The veterans turned their collective gaze back to Zantoris.

“Am I?” Zan responded mildly.

“I’ve heard about you!” the man continued. “Seducing married noblewomen, getting them to pay for your f-fancy clothes and, and, decadent lifestyle!”

Several veterans eyed Zantoris skeptically. He was wearing the same threadbare shirt and tattered trousers he always wore in town.

Zantoris stood up, hands out placatingly. “All right, mate, you’re upset. Let’s go get a drink and talk about it.”

“Upset? You think I’m upset? I’ll show you upset!” The man fumbled in a pocket, produced a steak knife. “You’ll see what happens when you, you, mess around with other men’s wives!” A couple of the veterans were sidling towards the upset man, glancing at Zantoris to see if he wanted assistance; he shook his head and gestured them back.

“Come on, this won’t help anything,” he tried soothingly.

The angry stranger charged at him. It was a halfhearted attempt at best, the man was clearly no fighter. Zantoris sidestepped him easily, using his momentum to knock him off balance, catching his wrist and pinning him against the wall. The knife clattered to the pavement.

“Get your hands off me!” shouted the stranger. Zantoris pressed his wrist into his back, holding him in place.

“You got him, Zan?” asked a one-armed dwarf. She looked ready to toss the fellow into the canal.

“Aye, it’s fine,” Zantoris assured the gathered crowd. “Just sorting out our differences, nothing to worry about.” He addressed his accuser. “Ready to have that drink, then? What do you say, we’ll go to the Pig and Whistle, you can tell me all about what a horrible bastard I am.”

The other man had given up struggling and slumped against the wall. “You are a horrible bastard,” he whined.

“That’s the spirit.” Zantoris released the man and retrieved the steak knife from the cobblestones. “Here, put this away. Come on, then, tell me what’s going on with you and the missus.”

He guided the other man away towards the tavern, one arm around his shoulder. The veterans stared at each other a moment, then slowly moved to resume their card games and conversations.

“Not how I expected that to turn out,” remarked one.
Kalaallexin
((Yup get him out of there before Lexi comes out to lecture! ))
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Mayanna Stonewood
((I can just imagine the stories she gets to cover up for the ruckus.))
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Kalaallexin
((Little Lexi standing hands on hips ready to take on anyone that threatens Welcome Home. Feared more than the guards, just because no more pastries))
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Zantoris
((Zantoris will happily embellish any stories they come up with.))
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