Ozan walks into the Shady corners, wearing simple but apprently warm blue robes. He walks over to the bar with long legged strides, his hand on the pommel of his bastard sword, as one would a cane. There is a second weapon across is back. Hanging from its pommel, are green, red, and gold ribbons. He walks up the bar, seats himself, and orders a drink. Ozan's long beak slowly sweeps the tavern, as if he were searching for someone.
The long orange beak whips around to face the man seated next to him. "Amung ozer zings, yes." Ozan removes a fur hood to reveal bright blue plumage, with long green and blue feathers over his black eyes. Ozan looks the human over, as if trying to recall an old memory. "I feel az if ve have met bevfor. Perhaps a Gallimaufry member?"
Ezac looks at Orzan with a bit of puzzlment. "Gali-mofry hmmm gallimaufry, yes, yes erm no. not a member but you may have seen me before. Gallimaufry ruins ring a ding anything. I ave'nt been here all that long so lets try it again. Ezac Braddock Atomo the 3rd, Charmed. and who might you be?" Ezac extends his hand as a gesture.
Ezac takes a nice long swig from tankard. "well first back before i landed in the wonderful land of jastry *chuckle* i was a Air navyman. Cant remember for who exactly its been a bit of problem. Anyway i had a higher rank guarded alot of cargo,a whole hell of a lot of treasure. Maybe a month ago, was sailing the clouds and damn sky pirates sank the ship straight to the ground. Crimson corsair's is who their called i believe. of course no hard grudges i believe in survival of the fittest. Somedays some are more fit than others."
Ozan nods as he speaks, listening contently. "Zo vou admit to not being ze fittezt? And are content wiv dis?" Ozan stands, and draws steel. He levels the point of his long blade at Ezac. "By vor logic, I zhould ve entitled to all vou own. Zat I, az de fittist here, zhould take all you thingz." Ozan's arm flexs for a moment, and a red aura flashes down the steel, "Vat zay you?"
Ezac calmly takes a big gulp of drink. Ezac responds coldly "Flashy." He then kicks the bar stool between them into Ozan throwing off his guard, draws his blade with point inches away from his feathered neck. " Maybe not fittest in that moment. But then again nethier are you here and now." "i have no quarrel but ive been in jastry long enough to know when intrest is in someones eyes almost like a glimer of adventure. and you my good sir have that."
Ozan looks hard for a moment, and then a smile begins to pull at the corners of his beak. A throats chuckle begins to emit from his beak, slowly building into a rolling laugh. He takes a step back and shethes his bastard sword. "I didnt think vou vere zat veak." Ozan looks over the human's sword dismissivly. "Put zat goblin zticker avay, I have something vetter vor vou." The Ixifar's hand goes to the sword on his back, and draws it out over his shoulder. He presses a lever on it, and the lenth of the blade is suddenly covered in arching electricity. With a mischivious glint in his black eyes, taps the bar with the blade, allowing the collected energy to dissapate into the wood. Flipping the blade around, he holds the tip with his left hand, and offers the hilt of the weapon over the back of his right hand, offering it to Ezac "For vour fight with ze pirates."
"Vell, virst and vormost, I don't like pirates of any kind. Zecond, I have a blade, vhy vould I need 2?" Ozan chuckles, "And, I admire your zpirit." Ozan flags down the barkeep, "Oi, vartender, two of zomething ztrong." Reciving the drinks, he offers one to Ezac, "To newfound alliez."
Fresh from a tankard of ale Ezac looks up and is quite dumbstruck by this large bird like man that has strolled into the tavern. Ezac observes as he looks to have a purpose here. After a final gulp he decicdes to be inquisitive, he get up approaches the man in the blue robes sitting at the bar. Ezac gingerly seats himself with a seat inbetween them and turns to face him. Ezac asks "You are an ixifar no?