OoC: Finally, let's get this going.
BiC: Mordecai sat solemnly in the corner of the bar. He was alone and no one dared approach the large man, not even the waitresses. The tables were empty within his radius, but he cared not for this. His consciousness was focused inside on his memories and not to the happenings of the external world. He was pondering the recent happenings of his life, unsure of their true meaning. Did he have an ally? No conclusions were made that day, yet he did realise that his desire to revenge the past was somewhat minimising.
Finally he came out of himself and glanced around the room. He found nothing interesting; that is until he spotted Krindulmar. Mordecai's face winced in what looked like disgust. He reached his hand down under the table and grabbed the back of his leg. He kept it there for a while with a tolerating look on his face. When his hand returned to above the table, dry blood had been smeared across it. He reached his hand back under the table and wiped the blood off, onto the table's underside, then resumed his scanning of the bar.
It was nearing midday outside and the business of the bar begun to pick up. Mordecai was still intrigued by the mysterious man in the dark cloak, who likewise to him, sat alone in the adjacent corner of the bar. Even with the midday rush, none dared to sit near Mordecai. It was now that Mordecai realised that nobody was sitting near the mysterious cloaked figure. He smiled, having somewhat of an understanding of Krindulmar.
Time passed. The midday rush died down. The people in the bar changed. It was only Mordecai and Krindulmar who stayed. The tavern was one of a reputation. A known reputation of brawls and brawlers. The bar was not to disappoint on this day. Already fights had occurred and more were imminent. A middle aged man begun to yell unintelligibly at a younger man. Mordecai raised his glance to watch the two, but they took this as a sign of utter disrespect.
"What are you looking at? You think this is some kind of show to amuse you big man? This is my life." Bellowed the older man. Silence followed as Mordecai stared him down. "Answer me." The silence continued. The older man had forgotten of his first feud and now walked towards Mordecai. He was the first to breach the deserted radius. He pulled out a small dagger. "C'mon. Answer me, before you and this dagger make sweet love." The man raised his voice again. Mordecai was not going to tolerate this. He never would. Mordecai sprung to his feet, flinging the solid wooden table to the side in one motion. Now only air was between Mordecai and the man, who by now was regretting his actions. Upon hearing this commotion Krindulmar looked up for the first time since Mordecai had entered.
OoC: Over to you.