(BORED TO HELL + bad week = need to fight)
vitan slowly docked his ship, needing to restock on supplies it was a good a chance as any. the sun shining bright and with a hearty sigh he began walking towards the nearest town. asked a women for the islands name. in an apparent rush she quickly replied "cefladin isle" and walked away in the other derection. angered abit by the womens rudeness vitan decided it would be better take a drink. walking into the local bar he weaved his way through the crowds and put some beri on the counter, showing his claws to the man sitting next to him. "hey" the man said to vitan "no freaks aloud." vitan only growled as the bartender gave him his glass. "you wanna fight, freak?"
"no"
"so you can speak"
taking a drink from his beer vitan held his claws to the man's neck "watch your tongue. I would like it if there wasnt a dead man in this bar today."