A fine dressed man, who otherwise looked nondescript wandered into the inn and made his way over to Arin'kel. His face was covered with a broad smile. Arin'kel seemed to be ignoring him.
"It has been indeed a long time Arin'kel, but I assume you are ready?" His voice had a quality that would make people forget their duties and listen to it all day long.
"Actually no," Arin'kel replied looking up from his drink.
"Well you know the rules, no complaining and snivelling once I come around." "You means to say I can't ask for help?"
"Oh my dear, Arin'kel I would hope you do ask. But I believe your luck has finally run out. Even your own people have forsaken you this time."
The man sat down across from Arin'kel and began tapping his fingers against the wooden table. His face was still smiling, as if he was talking to a very young child.
Arin'kel took another swallow from his drink, and ignored his companion.
"Of all people, I told my friends this, I expected you to be ready."
Arin'kel looked around the bar. His expression seemed to be asking for help. But he wasn't sure that any of these strangers would be willing to give any kind of support. Even if he had paid for a few drinks, it wasn't really his money.
"I can get the game ready if you insist." His companions voice was now beg-inning to sound somewhat annoyed.
"But please don't be so spoiled, I'd like to think I have one friend on this side. Or at least a facewho was happy to see me."
Arin'kel finnished his drink and began to stand up, "I'm willing to try my luck once again."
"Don't forget who made your luck, who was with you every time you screwed up, no offense."
Arin'kel looked around the tavern again, he wondered if anyone was paying attention. It didn't matter, really, he could only stall for so long. He sat back down.
