*Catching whiff of a slightly familiar scent, Shadzaar looks around the tavern.* “That smells like… huh…” *Getting to his feet, much to Oz’s chagrin, the Dragonborn walks around the room. Looking for the owner of the scent. Humming a tune.*
*rocognises her* Sure can sweetheart, soon as you pay for the tab you and you and the man you were with pay the tab you walked out on.. *motions for the bouncers* Or.... we can take it another way...
*He grins in amusement. His fangs poking out from his green, scaled lips.* “You kinda smell like him. Though it’s weird as shit knowing old Pasty is a father now.”
*still whisper yelling* It's bad enough I got people on me and my father's tail, but if they know we're related it'll be worse! Can you PLEASE be careful what you decide to jabber about, **you gossiping JABBERWOCKY!!!!!!**
“Jabberwocky, huh?” *He echoes with a chuckle. Tapping a claw on the bar.* “Relax kid, I know he’s in something. I get around enough. But don’t worry, won’t get caught ‘cause of me.”
*sigh of relief* Thank The Gods...I just want to try and either A, pay off the bounty with money, or B, get enough respect for a pardon....Either way, I just want to be able to roam freely after spending my life doing crimes with him....
*He hums as he thinks. Crimson eyes shifting between his glass, the wood of the bar and his scaled hands. The tip of his tail drags along the hardwood flooring.* “I did hear about a warlock in town. Dunno if they’re the group type. Or even if they would want to help. But it’s something.”
*He downs the last of his drink.* “I can find and send them up.”
“Alrighty then, you’ll meet whoever it is when they come up the hill.” *He claps your shoulder.* “For now, I better get back to Oz.” *And so he does, walking away with a wave.”
