Jazat's opinion of Alliria... was that it had an awful lot of wealth on display in places that would have had said wealth been stolen immediately had the city not been so heavily watched. It was odd to see so many different types of fighters in one place and not actually have a fight be ongoing - though he supposed that policing both the city and the Reach counted as something of a battle.
To say nothing of the shallows.
Still, a heavily armoured drow walking into town still picked up some buzz. He was a little bit annoyed about it honestly but he did nothing to display his displeasure at the way several people literally stopped and stared. Was it so strange to see a heavy armoured elf? Probably was a little bit unexpected but nothing too far, too fantastical, but he supposed it was different.
He wasn't really an elf was he? He was a Drow, a Dark Elf, and that meant that he was different, dangerous and new to these people. Hopefully that would translate to some business or interesting developments down the line.
Because right now it didn't translate to much of anything but some pointing and...
...
Did someone just throw a rock at him?
Indeed, a small gang of six peasant thugs were approaching, throwing rocks as they did so. The rocks in question just bounced off his armour but still - it was the thought that counted and right now the thought that counted was racism against Drow. Considering the habits of his Drow 'betters'? Well slavers weren't traditionally welcomed by the common people.
With a sigh he drew his sword, a longsword that shone brightly in the evening light. The thugs paused for a second.
"If you want to start a fight, don't be surprised when someone gives you one. Now - is this going to be a problem?"
To say nothing of the shallows.
Still, a heavily armoured drow walking into town still picked up some buzz. He was a little bit annoyed about it honestly but he did nothing to display his displeasure at the way several people literally stopped and stared. Was it so strange to see a heavy armoured elf? Probably was a little bit unexpected but nothing too far, too fantastical, but he supposed it was different.
He wasn't really an elf was he? He was a Drow, a Dark Elf, and that meant that he was different, dangerous and new to these people. Hopefully that would translate to some business or interesting developments down the line.
Because right now it didn't translate to much of anything but some pointing and...
...
Did someone just throw a rock at him?
Indeed, a small gang of six peasant thugs were approaching, throwing rocks as they did so. The rocks in question just bounced off his armour but still - it was the thought that counted and right now the thought that counted was racism against Drow. Considering the habits of his Drow 'betters'? Well slavers weren't traditionally welcomed by the common people.
With a sigh he drew his sword, a longsword that shone brightly in the evening light. The thugs paused for a second.
"If you want to start a fight, don't be surprised when someone gives you one. Now - is this going to be a problem?"