Bo shrugs, pursing his bottom lip up into a noncommittal frown. He proceeds to give as best an answer as he can in his drunken state. "Eh, let the boy be. We aren't here to argue morals. He can be who he wants to be here. And right now that's a fella in want of a drink."
"Well, stealin's one thin', killin's another," Thuki answers. "But either way, there's enough assassins 'n thieves frequentin' this place to make it...interestin'."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Whether this was the biggest, baddest thief guild there was, or whether it was just like any other old inn, Finn wouldn't know.
"I'm a bit new to the area," he mumbled, then gave an appreciative nod towards "Bo" as he had so been called. He reached for his mug and took a swig of ale. Then he raised an eyebrow, trying to listen in to the whispers. He may be young compared to some others here, but he wasn't a baby as far as horrifying experiences go.
"I don't think we need thieves n' assassins in here to make this an interestin' place," he smirked.
"We don't need 'em." Bo laughs. He had given up completley at this point in trying to not slur his words and trying to not sound drunk. "But we got 'em! Eyyy!" He cheers, lifting up his now empty bowl. A few friends and strangers in the bar lift their mugs in response, not entirely sure of why he was saying ey, but joining in the cheer anyway with an "EYYY!"
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"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
Soul had spaced out for several minutes. The sound of Bo and a handful of other customers' cheering snapped him out of it, and he now discovered two facts. The first was that someone had entered the inn while he was dazing off. The second was the more unsurprising one; Zogin had fallen asleep while she was leaning against him. It made sense for her to be exhausted after all the fighting that had taken place over the course of the day.
He almost woke her up, but quickly decided it against it. She needed some time to rest, even if it meant using him as a pillow.
Finn took another big swig of ale, then set his mug down. His attention turned to the sleeping girl and her helmeted comrade. He glanced across the group of figures seated at the bar.
"Oi, shall we do some introductions?" he said gravelly, wishing to discover a bit more about this place and the souls that chose to occupy it. Besides, he had nothing else to do.
"My name is Soul Error Arwitch," he quietly said, readjusting Zogin's sleeping body so he could get a better look at the newest person in the inn. "I travel around the world with Zogin." He pointed at the slightly snoring woman using him as a pillow. "Even though we have the same last name, we're not related. We're just best friends."
Finn cracked a smile at the humorously drunk Bo and the snoozing Zogin. "Pleased to be meetin' your acquaintances," he said, and his blue-eyed gaze met Soul's - or rather, where his gaze would be underneath the helmet, Finn assumed.
He stuck up his hand as a short acknowledgement. "I'm Finnegan Eld. Just another nobody who's come to have a drink, I s'pose."
"All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost."
