Seeks temporary refuge

[Brylard]

The Human Priest rushes in the Dark Tavern, quickly slamming the door behind him. He leans against the door, catching his breath, occasionally glancing out the nearby window.
Seemingly satisfied that he is now safe, he suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings, which does little to bring him comfort. Surrounded with Druchi, Drow and Orcs, he finds himself struggling for words.
"Vendui, Hand of Shilen." He speaks with an unassured timbre. Bryllard carefully strides to an empty corner of the bar, fully aware of all the eyes upon him, and settles into a seat to rest awhile.

[Tatiyana]

Hmmmm...I've seen you before...
Have I not???

[Drevan]

<stops sipping from his Dark Elven Ale and points a thumb over his shoulder at the newcomer...>

"What's that human think he's doing here?"

[Phunbaba]

Phunbaba looks up from his ale mug and snarls at the human.

"What have we here? Let's skin him and make leather from his hide!"

Snarl.

[Hoit]

No, I think he would be more usefull than a satchel, maybe a side kick for you, Phun. *Snikers to himself*