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"Cool," Kori replied, happy to get his stuff and get the heck out of there.
A tall cloaked figure brushed past them, a quiver of arrows on its back. It paused to look around a moment before settling at the counter, tapping a long finger on the beaten wood. Kori stared at it in terrified awe, since it was easily 7 feet tall.
"I feel shorter than normal in here," he mumbled half to himself, careful not to step on Ryoran's feet.
(So enters Crysor. XP)

(Do Kori and Crysor already know each other here?)

Ryoran laughed at the hobbit's statement, but still looked at the curious person warily. He thought more dangerous guys like that, than the muscular, tattooed, all glares ones. "I feel dumber than normal for bringing you here." He shrugged and walked to the counter too to ask for some drinks and the chicken.

(No)

Kori let out a nervous laugh, following Ryoran.
The tall one flinched away slightly as Ryoran stood next to the counter, still drumming the long fingers on the counter. It took a deep breath and pushed back its hood, revealing silvery hair and pointed ears.
Kori's eyes widened. It was an elf- wow! He had never seen one before, though he had heard of them in many stories.

(Okay)

Ryoran was quite awed too. He'd thought elves were all extinct, with exception of the half-elf princeling his sister so much loved. He told the bartender what he and the hobbit would be having and paid with the money he had stolen from Kori.

(LOLZ and Kori's just oblivious)

The bartender grunted assent, shoving a glass of who-knows-what down to the elf, who caught it in his slender hand. His odd eyes stared determinedly at the notched wood, his shoulders tensed uncomfortably.
Kori's eyes widened as one of the drunks leaned over and growled at the elf, "What'd I tell you about coming here anymore, Crysor? Huh?"
Without a sound, the elf smoothly whipped his glass over his shoulder, splashing the contents onto the speaker's face and almost causing Kori to smother himself to death from suppressed laughter.

()

Ryoran couldn't help it, though. He burst out laughing and palmed the drunk's man shoulder as if they were long life friends. "Dude, you seriously have to pay attention who you mess with." The echo of the conversations around seemed to have tuned down. Some of the people in the tables nearby that had seen what had happened, were still staring; probably waiting for a fight.

The drunk dude shrugged Ryoran off angrily, wiping the liquid off his face and raising a fist to smack at the elf.
Crysor raised his head, his eyes flashing, and he caught the guy's wrist before it could reach its target. Then, with one smooth jerk, he twisted his arm around and shoved him into a table. Then he went back to staring sheepishly at the counter as if nothing had happened.
Kori, obviously, was holding this guy in high reverence already.

"Whoa." Ryoran whistled and he stepped to a side when he saw the men that were sitting on that table glare at Kori and him after all their food was smashed by the drunk man's body, thinking it had been them. "Oh oh." Ryoran looked at the bartender but he just shrugged as if saying, 'It's your prob.'

Kori paid the guys no attention, instead scrambling onto a barstool with some difficulty since he was so small. "THAT. WAS. AWESOME!"
Crysor flinched away instinctively, hunching his thin shoulders defensively and nervously tracing a curve in the counter with a fingertip.

"Yeah, awesome indeed." One of the men stood up and stalked towards the counter. "You'll have to pay for that. I want my food back!" He smashed his hand on the counter looking at the three of them alternatively. Ryoran held his hands up and tapped Kori's shoulder. "It's time to go, little man. Ask your new bestie if he can handle this guy, because I don't plan to." He whispered quickly.

Kori nodded, opening his mouth to speak, but Crysor waved a hand to silence him. He dug around in a pocket, tossed the two coins he had left at the guy, shouldered his bow and walked out the door, not caring if it was enough.
"That was nice," Kori commented, hopping down from his stool. "Now let's get out of here before someone tries to skin us."

Ryoran snapped his fingers. "Now that's a good idea." He glanced at the guy who was examining the coins. There was something shiny in his pants' pocket. Swiftly, he took it and pushed it into his sleeve.

"C'mon," Kori said, grabbing Ryoran's hand and dragging him outside. "OH YAY! IT'S QUIET AGAIN!"
Crysor hadn't gone too far; he was standing a little ways away from the entrance and had frozen uncertainly, tilting his head slightly to listen better, his long, pointed ears catching everything they said.

(Can we say this thing he stole is some magic elf object crysor recognizes? So we can bring him in?)

Ryoran was too busy examining the shiny, aquamarine stone to notice the change in scenery. The little thing was heavier than it looked. He didn't even register the cold weather, focused on that stone that if sold, would be the end of his family's financial problems.

(Sure)

Kori glanced up at Ryoran to see why he was frozen on the spot, and his eyes widened comically. "Whoa... That's shiny..."
Crysor frowned slightly, glancing back at the two. His eyes widened as well, and unable to help himself, he strode over and plucked the stone out of Ryoran's hand like he did this every day. He raised an eyebrow at the thief as if to say, Where the heck did you get this?

(What exactly does the thing do?)

(Lol, I don't know. I just thought about it on the spot. Maybe it's some sacred thing that was stolen rom an elven city?)

"Hey!" Ryoran protested and folded his arms. "Give me that." He had just got that. He didn't consider it fair to have it taken from him so soon. "If you want one, go get yourself yours."

(Sure)

Crysor smirked slightly at the idea. He wiggled a finger as if to say, Follow me, and strode off towards the town library.
Kori looked between the elf and Ryoran. "Well?"

"Well what?" He told Kori. "I'll follow him until he gives that thing back to me. You coming?" Ryoran was already walking but backwards, irritating a lot of people coming from the other direction.

"Yeah, I'm coming," Kori said, running after him. "Just slow down a little! My legs aren't as long as yours!"

Ryoran laughed, turning around. "Or you can hurry up!" He momentarily lost sight of Crysor, but heaved a sigh of relief when he spotted him again. "That guy is sneaky."