He stands in the doorway with his arms folded close to his chest. A grin across his face as he peers in. He walks in and stops in front of one of the guys looking him over.
Do you have a problem with me or are you gay?
He walks away before the man can answer because he really doesn't care much what the answer is either way.
He stis down at the DDM (Dark Demons of Magic) table. He grabs a bar maiden and tells her to bring him a sandwhich.
No I don't want anything to drink that crap dulls your senses. I like to be alert at all times. You never know when some idiot is going to want a piece of you. Better safe then sorry.
He grins as he realizes he is the only member of the TD, Tremayne Dynasty who doesn't have to approach Alto about going to the Arena. He wonders how the others will take it when they learn that when he came to the clan Alto gave him permission to handle any fights the way he sees fit as long as it doesn't start a war. When Black Magic became a Keeper I became unsure as to whether of not he would remain King of The DDM I decided I would go to ALto and see if he needed my sservices he granted me the same luxury of fighting anyone I want without question in this regard Alto is as fair as Black was no other King would have done this for him.
He is approached by a queen asking who he is and if he is interested in joining her clan. He flashes her the DDM crest and smiles to her.
Sorry my lady I am Loyal to King ALto Tremayne and I will gladly die with him in battle before I consider another clan. I finally have a place to call home.
You look disappointed my lady. Let me make it up to you. Bring your daughter over to the Tremayne Castle and if I find her attractive I will consider dating her if she is not a common bar whore. I must warn you my taste is very good. Which is why I said your daughter for you are ugly as sin and resemble some of the skanks in every tavern.
He watches as she leaves abruptly and the bar maiden brings his sandwich and stares at him.
Yes I know your attracted to me because of my attitude. Get me another sandwich and be gone please.
He takes a bite of the sandwhich as he thinks of life before Ameris and Absalom. He thinks of how he fought for everything he ever had. He remembers how the princess dumped him after she found out he was not of royal lineage. He knows that his attitude towards women is mostly because of her. He thinks back to the lessons from the so called masters of fighting and how he surpassed their teachings quickly and left to find someone who could tutor him in all forms of combat. He thinks of the tournaments he entered and won before the novelty wore off.
He begins to wonder if he will ever learn to trust a woman again and then he shrugs and takes a bite out of his sandwich knowing that protecting Alto will keep him quite busy.
Last updated January 9, 2005
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