Board Thread:Galan Adventures/@comment-5008281-20151106234518/@comment-5008281-20151108044527

Before the hooligan knew it, not only did his dagger stop before it reached the old man, but another dagger came across his neck from an unknown source. He immediately went into a cold sweat as the on known as Hermes spoke to him next to his ear. The old man in front of him sat back down in his seat and took a huge gulp of his ale. The bolt from the crossbow was fired as well, however it very slightly missed and sliced the side of his hip, drawing blood and causing him to wince.

"Y-y-yes, I'll tell you where it is. If I do, will you promise to bring me that scroll? If you do my gratitude will be eternal, and I will forever be in your debt! I'll reward you with anything I can possibly muster! Please!" The old man said to Evren, the look in his eyes telling a story in itself.

"Shut up, you old badger! Get them boys!" The ones in the chairs at the table in front of them got out of their seats. All three of them drew their swords.

One of them attacked the old man with the crossbow, attempting to attack him, aiming for the arm in order to damage it badly. The second, attacked Evren from the side with a slice from above. The third, stabbed at Hermes with his rusted sword, his arm going straight forward.