My Bar

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*arches an eyebrow at "show" being put on*
"Hmm...so you like fancy weapons eh?"
*taps the tip of each toe against the wood floor of the bar and shrugs in seeming diapointment.*
"Here hold this for me."
*hands the gnarled walking stick to odd one with the flashy sword, turns and starts walking back to where his hat and gloves are and a few steps away emitts a strange tounge clicking noise that sound remarkably like snapping and cracking wood.*
*Puts on his hat and gloves and looks at the bartender with a small grin, the first sign of any emotion since entering the bar.*
*in a seemingly playful voice* "Count to ten for me if you wouldn't mind. My friend down there..." *points to the strange one with the flashy sword* "...is about to find out fast what a staff made from a Treant forest can do when...asked correctly shall we say."
*starts to turn and leave then stops*
"Oh and by the way...when he gets done with my staff...never mind they can take care of themselves"
*turns back and walks to where his back pack sits next to a chair and sits down, tilts his hat forward slightly and almost immedeatly begins to snore*