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The man curled up his lip in distaste at Darker's retaliation to his insults. Clearly he had expected the man to either enjoy his brew elsewhere or leave the tavern entirely. He rolled his eyes at Darker's declaration about the colour of his skin.
"Yeah, then you're one o' them 'alf-breeds, ain'tcha? Heard all about them I did, ain't no better than the rest of em."
Apparently the man, at that point, decided the matter was over, and went back to his ale. When Darker started to insult him however, his head snapped back with a dangerous glint in his eyes. Darker had started to walk away before he could retalite, but one arm shot out and caught the elven man by the clothing around the back of his neck, which would either halt the elf entirely or rip the material. He then spoke, not shouting, but in a low threatening tone. Evidently he did not want to alert the staff to the problem in case he wanted to beat Darker to a pulp.
"No one says that to me and gets away with it, yeah? Specially not you. Pfft, half a foul dark elf, half a pansy elven wimp, right? I should wonder you even had the guts to come in here."
Apparently, satisfied with his insult, the man decided to take it no further, and giving Darker a rough shove that nearly sent him into a nearby table, the unsavoury individual went back to nursing his mug of ale.
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