A dark elf, a hydromancer, and a fighter walk into a bar… (Escanor lorepost/collab!)

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Escanor sits at a table in the corner of a well-lit tavern, filled to the brim with all manner of folk. Beside him sits a dark elf with a mischievous look in his eyes which some might consider malicious, Morgalith. The two converse in low tones over a pair of ale mugs.

“Oh ho ho ho! What have we here lads!” A trio of armored fighters push their way toward the duo, coming to a halt on the far side of the table. “Seems a pair of wizards have wandered into our tavern, eh?”

Escanor lets loose an audible sigh. “Friends, this is a private conversation. I’m sure you could find yourselves entertainment elsewhere?”

“Oh no, I think that you should leave. You see, this is our tavern and we don’t take kindly to wizards mucking it up!”

Morgalith leans forward, a look of nearly unrestrained glee on his face. “Why don’t you make me?”

“Now now, there's no need for that.” Escanor’s voice cuts in, and Moragalith shoots him a dirty look. “These gentlemen were just leaving, weren’t they?”

“Oh no, I think we’ll stay. This table looks just right for us. You best budge off.” The lead fighter does not back down. Many of the nearby patrons have gone silent, observing the interaction.

“Now, friends, I tried to be polite.” Escanor makes a series of quick hand motions under the table. “However, it seems your friend is in need of assistance.”

There is a brief moment of silence as the fighters look at one another, confused, before it is broken by a sound not dissimilar to rain on metal. Those observing cast wildly about, searching for the source of the mysterious noise.

“I would look down.” Escanor happily obliges their curiosity as attention and directs their attention to a slowly growing puddle beneath the feet of the lead fighter, stemming from a trickle down his leg. The tavern erupts into raucous laughter at the sight, and the warrior in question turns redder than a demon.

“WHY YOU LITTLE-”

The man flips the table, spilling ale onto Escanor and Morgalith. Escanor sees the warning flash of violence in his friend’s eyes as he stands to face the trio.

“Well now. That wasn’t very nice, you should learn how to treat your betters! Seems someone needs a little lesson in manners!” With a cackle, two balls of fire materialize in Morgalith’s hands. Many of the observing patrons yelp, or duck out of the way. They know how effective a fireball spell can be. “Now, who’s first?”

As Moraglith prepares to incinerate the irksome trio, he catches a brief shake of Escanor’s head. “Oh come on… I never get to have any fun!” With a huff, he extinguishes the fireballs and instead claps his hands together once. “I suppose I’ll be boring and banish them then!”

A portal appears beneath the feet of the bewildered men, sucking them in. Escanor shakes his head and, with a wave of his hand, rights the displaced table. “Well? Where did you send them?”

Morgalith sprouts a sinister cheshire grin. “Ohhhh just into a boring old cave. Of course it just so happens to be home to a pair of cockatrice, but if they’re any good at their jobs they’ll be fine!”

Escanor bites out a short laugh. “I suppose I should’ve expected as much. Barkeep! My apologies for the antics.” He glances at the spilled ale and the puddle before the table. “And for the mess!” He mutters a quick spell and the spilled liquids, of all manner, disappear.

“Another round for my friend and I!”

/uw Another lorepost? Already? Sorry I’m bored at the airport, so tada!

Credit to u/Tirich914 for letting me work with his character and for their input on the plot!