"I am well, I was going to get a drink but the place I looked at smelled quite ripe." The ex-con knew the smell well, it was that of a body but he had decided to leave that out. Deaths in taverns around Rharne weren't exactly unheard of, too much booze and a silly mistake or perhaps a brawl escalating too far. "I would offer to buy you some sweets maybe, improve your experience further but unfortunately I am out of money." He admitted without shame, the man was poor it was clear from his clothes but it had never stopped him before.
Even if things were different now, being lawful and good he was used to living off scraps and the occasional stray coin. He had also gotten surprisingly good at procuring free drinks in bars but sweets were somewhat more difficult. So he could not offer the woman by his side much but his rather out of practise charm.
"You are correct though, Volta is a very peculiar and exciting place." The idea that lightning could strike you around the city if you carried even an ounce of metal was incredible, such power was new the the recently freed man. "Still maybe we should get closer and enjoy the smell at least." Lucas stood with a smile and offered the woman his arm with a chuckle as he headed over to the stand.
The smells were indeed mouth watering especially for a man who had lived off of gruel for the better part of 5 arcs. Such scents were completely absent from the cells of Rharne's prison. He got closer and noticed the small group by the stand, a woman with red hair, a more official looking man and a man seemingly around his age, although somewhat less road worn. Lucas couldn't help but overhear their conversation and with his lack of proper manners intrude on the conversation.
"You wouldn't happen to be talkin about the tavern would you, the smell has managed to get out onto the street, might want to clean that up." He stated somewhat bravely and without an ounce of humour to express his seriousness at the fact. "Although if assistance is needed, I would be willing to help as well."
Even if things were different now, being lawful and good he was used to living off scraps and the occasional stray coin. He had also gotten surprisingly good at procuring free drinks in bars but sweets were somewhat more difficult. So he could not offer the woman by his side much but his rather out of practise charm.
"You are correct though, Volta is a very peculiar and exciting place." The idea that lightning could strike you around the city if you carried even an ounce of metal was incredible, such power was new the the recently freed man. "Still maybe we should get closer and enjoy the smell at least." Lucas stood with a smile and offered the woman his arm with a chuckle as he headed over to the stand.
The smells were indeed mouth watering especially for a man who had lived off of gruel for the better part of 5 arcs. Such scents were completely absent from the cells of Rharne's prison. He got closer and noticed the small group by the stand, a woman with red hair, a more official looking man and a man seemingly around his age, although somewhat less road worn. Lucas couldn't help but overhear their conversation and with his lack of proper manners intrude on the conversation.
"You wouldn't happen to be talkin about the tavern would you, the smell has managed to get out onto the street, might want to clean that up." He stated somewhat bravely and without an ounce of humour to express his seriousness at the fact. "Although if assistance is needed, I would be willing to help as well."
