nmillar: For what seems like an eternity, Samuel Drabek stares in the direction of the voice, before realising the opportunity to bend the ear of Halstead with one of his tales has just presented itself to him.

Samuel saunters over to the bar and places his flask on the counter.

"Say, friend, did I ever tell you about the time I took on five Itaxian Lords ...?"

Balazs: "That's a tough question," Dezső beings his reply, "but I'd have to say, it's Skip Village. I've always liked being in nature, but even better than the trees are those little, magical creatures who live there. How about you?"

sibberke: "Mine?" Dorev answers. "Mine is a small valley to the north of here. in the midst of the woods. In spring and summer, beautiful flowers grow there. It's a very peaceful place, and only some hours from here. You should really visit it one time. If you can't be happy at that place, you can't be anywhere." He nearly starts dreaming. Luckily the smell of the good beer in front of him brings him back to reality.
"Do you know the place I'm talking about? Have you ever been there?"

Balazs: "I've passed through it," says Dezső, "but I haven't spent much time around there."
He pauses for a while then decides to change the subject. "I'd love to continue this conversation, but that new "job" on the board intrigues me. You look like an accomplished warrior, would you be willing to join me in the Stadium?"

sibberke: Dorev stands up and walks to the board to read the message. "A stadium? I'm not sure", he answers Deszõ. He turns back to the table, taking another drink from his beer. "I know some things about daggers, yes, but only to defend myself adequately when attacked on the road." He remembers a fight and smiles. "I always manage to surprise those bandits with my skills. Well, now I think about it, if you give me some time to prepare some... useful stuff, I might consider the job."

sibberke: ((Stoic, could you pm to say what type of bombs I'm allowed to make?))

sibberke: Sitting at the only table in his room, Dorev thins about which bombs to make. He liked the process of making them. Thinking about new bombs, perfecting older ones... And the pleasure of imagining how it could kill his enemies. One of Dorevs favourites is a bomb with some sort of bomb inside it. The first layer is just water, but underneath there's a magical device that sends of electric shocks. Dorev learned how to make it on his travels, and tried to always have one of those ready. Based on the same principle, he had made a bomb with a layer of explosive gas and then a layer with fire. This one, however, had to be lit before throwing away, while the other one just worked when breaking.>

But bombs didn't always have to be special: Dorev still has some normal ones. He checks his backpack and counts one flasher, which blinds to opponents and two fraggers, which just make the enemies suffer. In addition to those, he had enough materials and time to make one of each of the more special ones, which would make a total of four bombs for the moment.

Bombs were always pretty.

((Are those bombs fine?))