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In the vain attempt of being remotely useful, Ale searched his mind for any memory of the tattoo.

"It's a tourist trap" Ale blurted out immediately, absolute assurance in his tone.

"Cynical. The word you were looking for was cynical. Big difference from naivety" Ale muttered, following after the princess. He was just going with the flow at this point, having no real intention of going off on his own or taking lead for the little quest. "One gets conned daily, the other's...

"Don't bother with the Xolbo- I mean, zabl- the purple store. Has to be a tourist trap, no god-given store worth its salt would be that hard to pronounce" Ale said, observing the general area.

Feeling the thick, sticky substance leaving his face and clothes, Ale nodded graciously. Smiling slightly, he felt he was in a much better mood already. "Thank you. Both of you. I appreciate the help" Ale said as he stood up from his chair. "Just call me Ale. I'm familiar with this city, I'd...

Eyes widening as he saw the longsword flying towards him, Ale just barely managed to get his neck out of harm's way as the Stirge stuck to his shoulder was cut in half. Blood splattering towards him, Ale closed his eyes as his face was coated in the blood of the Stirge. Grimacing, Ale wiped his...

Ale let out a grunt as the Stirge latched itself onto him. It was latched onto his shoulder, having cleaved through his skin. Well, he wasn't dead yet, so it must not have hit anything important. He'd worry about it later. Meanwhile, a few feet away, the troll clawed at his favorite bartender...

"That's a no then?" Ale asked, eyes trailing after Durnan as the man hopped over the bar. He watched as the bar-goers ran for their lives, trampling each other as they made their way out of the bar. His eyes longed for the exit, but he forced himself to stay. He couldn't just leave Durnan to...

Ale, with the practiced vigilance of a man that didn't have two shits to give, made out the growling coming from the hole almost immediately despite the roaring of the drunken crowd a few feet away. Cautiously stepping forward and peering into the pit, Ale stared for a good few seconds before...

"2 silver pieces says she wins," Ale said as he brought a fresh mug of ale to his lips. Meanwhile, a confused drunk on the barstool next to him searched for their drink.

Ale was, ironically, more of a wine man himself. Walking into the tavern with hunched shoulders and a tired expression, Ale had immediately taken his place in front of Durnan at the bar. Giving a nod of thanks and a smile of appreciation to the barman, Ale graciously took the mug of ale in front...