[ Nero rolls his eyes up to glance at the man -- acknowledging him sitting down. He studies his face for a second before recognizing him as one of the prisoners that he gave clothes. His chin dips a little in greeting, but he doesn't rise out of his prone position.
The pretty girls in the bar continue to shy away from him. He can hear some of their whispering that they think he's a creep and disgusting. His head lulls as he rests his face firmly against the surface of the table.
Here he thought sweeties might be impressed with how many pirates that he killed, but it seems like they are less awed and just troubled that he chose to support Solvunn through murder.
When the man speaks, he rolls partially up. Here Nero thought that the ex-prisoner just wanted to use the portion of unused table to drink and eat on. ]
I thought a sweetie or two would appreciate my skills, is all.
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The pretty girls in the bar continue to shy away from him. He can hear some of their whispering that they think he's a creep and disgusting. His head lulls as he rests his face firmly against the surface of the table.
Here he thought sweeties might be impressed with how many pirates that he killed, but it seems like they are less awed and just troubled that he chose to support Solvunn through murder.
When the man speaks, he rolls partially up. Here Nero thought that the ex-prisoner just wanted to use the portion of unused table to drink and eat on. ]
I thought a sweetie or two would appreciate my skills, is all.
[ He casually replies. ]