Exton

Oh Gods, tell me he's not the hothead I used to be!

There was a time - long years gone - when I acted without thought, let my heart rule my head… till my head was broken once too often and I learned that "restraint" was more than just a word. I learned to think before I acted… most of the time.

Now in Tannr I see myself again… Gods, I hope he doesn't have to learn the way I did!

I take him by the elbow and lead him to the bar. "Just leave your weapons here with Monty - he'll make sure you get them back before you leave." It takes a while; he has, after all, but newly come from the Unformed Plane, where no sane man goes unarmed if he can help it - but he's finally empty. I frisk him to be sure and find a handful of razor-edged throwing stars in his boots. Wicked-looking things they are, and requiring a bit more skill than I possess to use properly. I notice in passing that they have just five points and wonder if he realizes the symbolism, or if it was merely chance that has him using that particular pattern.

Now that he's been disarmed (I hope), I take his arm again and steer him to our table. "Star, this ruffian is my brother Tannr. I admit he's not as refined or as handsome as I am, but he may grow into it in time."

Star's eyes are laughing, but I don't think Tannr notices. In fact, he looks like he's seen a ghost.