O
ne could always appreciate the mentality of his fellow Rharnians in this glorious city, Patrick alone did well sharing it with the rest of the outside world. Drinking, gambling, and whoring were all part of the everyday fun for any local Rharnian, but when it existed relentlessly in the same place one started to see it for what it was. Remarkably that never dampened the spirits as long as the booze flowed as continuous as ever, but to many beyond the reach of the Stormlands... Rharne was just a festering city of debauchery.
And that perspective wasn't ignored by Patrick.
As a part of the locals of Rharne and an honorable entrepreneur of the drinks found within it, he'd grown enough to realize the nature of his culture intimidated others. And why that surprised him remained a bigger question for the longest time, until he returned to see where others stood in their opinions. But... fuck those opinions. This was his home no matter what others said or felt, and he'd advocate all of it's perfectly flawed antics for one reason. Freedom. People here celebrated the freedom that was privileged to them, with hardly any real sense of hierarchy to dictate it no less. Other places such as Rynmere on the other hand? Comparing Rharne to those types of people, then it was easy to label a Rharnian as a 'heathen' or whatever.
But often times things went a little too far, and then the authorities had to step in to tone it down. With good reason of course... When some took their liberties too far, and it costed those around them with damages to property and the like, then it usually needed to be put to a stop before things escalated even further. That was precisely what Patrick witnessed on his walk through the city, more or less headed towards the Dust Quarter from work to go home. Drunkards... They sure fought over the simplest of things, and the even sadder part was that the offender probably even
slept with the said mother of the offended! That of course came with personal experience.... but didn't matter since it really contribute to the situation at hand!
"Don't you think it's a good idea to help?" Ri'ku pitched in as if she weren't already aware that he contemplated the idea, although Patrick always did enjoy a show when he found one. He chuckled as the little pixie pivoted above him a little frantically, and with a tuck at the furry collar of his jacket he walked up to the warring trio. That poor lady certainly had her work cut out for her with these two!
"Oy," Patrick called out aloud as he gripped the shoulders of the assailant hard,
"your mum's probably done worse than what this sorry bloke's referred to her as!" He chided as he hurled the man to the side as well as away from the two he struggled against.
"Wha?" The drunken lout muttered as he teetered away, nearly falling into the snow as Patrick wiped his hands against one another.
"Really? Was that necessary?"
"What?" Patrick remarked with a shrug as he looked back up to the glimmering critter.
"A little reality check never hurts every-" He failed to realize how quickly the bastard he shoved away recovered, as a fist smashed into his left cheekbone when he started to face the drunkard once more. It caught him off guard sure enough but Patrick barely retreated even after the initial impact, if anything the punch fired up the rebel within him right away.
"Insult my mother again and I'll-"
Patrick's fist cut him off just as the drunk did with him only a moment ago, it wasn't a fierce punch that meant to significantly wound the guy. Just a blow meant to send him reeling a little, while the lady behind him dealt with the drunk she'd been struggling with thanks to this asshole.
"I'll say what I please motherfekker." He chided with a crack of his knuckles and a grin plastered on his face, clearly ready for the little scrap that was about to unfold between the four of them.
"Pat", "Ri", "Dom", "NPC"
