11-28-2011, 02:12 AM
Taking up a bottle himself, Casimir settled down onto a seat with a rather content sigh. Well, at least he wasn't going to be bored. "My name's Casimir. It'd be nice to know yours. " Turning to glance at the elf woman, he paused for a moment before taking the money and placing it in the tip jar. Now it was obvious that he meant to pay for the drinks. Now he could pay attention to his guest without letting anything else distract him.
"What happened to your eye? I'll tell you how I got this scar." Casimir pulled down the collar of his shirt to reveal a nasty looking scar, or at least the tip of it. It ran down his chest, in three parallel lines and had been caused by ignorance and overconfidence on his part.
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