“A single eh? Well like I said my friend…we got several. I like the hunter there in the corner, the man with the shield there in the center, and the woman with the sword that’s as big as that piece of steel that you so love.”, Kroth nodded once more to the claymore that Aurin carried as he spoke.
“What this little thing?”, the warrior replied with a chuckle as he reached up and touched the hilt of the weapon. “Just a little something that I picked up somewhere. I have to admit that I am rather attached to the thing. She’s seen me though quite a few little scrapes, so I don’t have any complaints with her.” He added with a wink before he sets his empty glass down on the counter. “Second glass if you please.”
“Suit yourself,” Kroth replied with a knowing grin. “I thought you would choose that one though. You always /did/ like the women, Aurin.” Reaching once again under the bar, the big man sat a second glass on the bar next to the empty one. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” Aurin said with a wry smile twisting onto his features as he reached out to collect the pair of glasses with one hand and the bottle with the other. He turned away from the bar in one confident motion as he glanced around the room once again. Those bright blue eyes cast about until the fixed on a specific figure in the room, a room with a claymore resting against her table that looked much like his own. His steps across the bar were unerring as he closed the gap towards the table where Imenry had taken up residence.
“Evening,” He greeted the woman with a flash of a smile finding it way to his face. In one hand he raised the bottle of whiskey, the other the pair of glasses. The offering was obvious in the mans face and the tone of his voice. “I can’t help but notice you happen to be all alone tonight. You mind a little bit of company?”