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Elric didn't take kind to being pushed and yet at the same time he also didn't take kindly to being pummeled to death by someone much bigger than himself. Still, it was in Elric's blood to be a complete and total smart ass when necessary, which was almost always.
"Uh, your daughter? Not unless she's standing outside." He pointed outside to the empty street on the other side of the glass. "I've been watching grass grow for a solid candlemark now."
He picked up his cup to take another sip of ale with his left and, shifting his right hand beneath the table to the hilt of his kris, Shadow's Edge. If this guy wanted trouble, Elric would be sure to bring his custom blade out, as it would hopefully chase away any trouble coming his way. Then again, it might only amplify things, a chance he was more willing to take armed than unarmed.
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