Mordecai copied Krindulmar and begun nursing his drink. A slight smile still escaped the side of his mouth. He pondered Krindulmar. Silence and peace continued in the bar as the two sat at the table together. Mordecai's thoughts trailed off and he returned to thinking of his past. Both the night before and nights before. The look in his eyes looked distant. Krindulmar remained focused on his drink.

Once again, it was not long before another fight broke out at this bar for brawlers. It caused quite a lot of commotion and grabbed the attention of those in the bar. Both Krindulmar and Mordecai were roused back to reality and focused on this skirmish. The verbal abuse of this fight was scarce. This fights only communication was harsh punches and kicks. It seemed to be a even match. The two moved around the room as they kicked, punched and blocked each others advancements. Occasionally a punch would connect and a moan would follow.

Unknowingly the two brawlers were making their way towards the table of Krindulmar and Mordecai, but they were too immersed in fighting to care. They neared the table. Reaching only a metre away from it, the larger man in the fight suddenly collapsed to the floor and hit his head, becoming unconscious. Mordecai saw the devilish tail swiftly return to be enclosed in Krindulmar's robe. Mordecai had not seen who started this fight and wondered why Krindulmar had chosen that person to attack. He must have caused the brawl. Krindulmar looked up a Mordecai, once again sensing his thoughts, but Krindulmar was interrupted before he could speak.

The person who was brawling the now unconscious man had been crouching down on the floor whispering taunts into the unhearing ear of his downcast opponent, but now he raised to full stature. He was not hesitant to approach the table with the two mysterious strangers. "What the hell is with you two?" he questioned loudly as his palms came to rest on the edge of the table. He seemed determined for answers. He would wait until he got the answers he wanted or was killed. He just didn't know which one would come first. Mordecai and Krindulmar were now glancing at each other, intrigued to have been grouped collectively in the man's question.

Krindulmar let out a baritone laugh as he sat back in his chair and averted his gaze to that of the questioning man. The man removed his hands from the table and took a step back. Krindulmar laughed again slightly. He drew his hands to be at his side and seemed to position himself so that he was comfortable. He opened his mouth and begun to speak...

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