"No..." Wulfgar said somewhat dejectedly. He frowned, hanging his head which allowed dark greasy hair to fall about his face. He took another, smaller sip of his cup as he looked at his little friend, "No one will drink with me.. And when they do, they won't let me drink as much because they say they want to drink too!" He didn't sound petulant about it, but he certainly didn't sound pleased.
Eliana's chastising remark brought his attention back to her, and for the first time he didn't smile at her threat. Wulfgar, the brightness returning to his eyes, flicked up both hands at the wrist in surrender and then reached up to his lips, miming that he was tying them shut while meanwhile his little kobold friend began unloading his pockets. Now that his lips were tied shut, Wuflgar could only answer his tiny friends question about kobold beer by nodding his head.
Wulfgar watched in amazement as the little thief kept pulling things out. He loved seeing all the things Sekeo could gather up. Wulfgar liked shiny things as much as the next person, but if it couldn't kill, be eaten or be drank he really had no use for it. He was a simple man with simple, refined tastes. He knew that Sekeo's thievery often got the little kobold in trouble from some of the others, but Wulfgar never considered it could ever lead to violence against the kobold. And woe to anyone who would try to hurt Sekeo in the presence of Wulfgar. That being said, he watched in awe as Sekeo produced even more from his tiny never ending pockets, and couldn't help but laugh at how Eliana's yelling at him had produced this. She was very pretty, but even Wulfgar knew she could be very scary too! Which was why he had yet to open his mouth again.
Sylus watched with the same level of disgust as the little klepto-lizzard emptied it's pockets. Why Eliana tolerated such acts was beyond the elf. Much easier to simply drive a dagger through the creatures tiny heart and be done with it. Even as he was thinking about it Sylus hand slipped inside his cloak, spidery elven fingers playing over the smooth leather handle of one of his many daggers. A slow, dark smile spread across his lips as he played around with the thought. And then violet eyes spied the ring and it drew him back, the smile disappearing as he furrowed his brows.
When his hand came forward it wasn't his fingers that tapped the ring, but the tip of one of his daggers. He watched the ring curiously, his voice for once sounding more distracted than angry with the little dragon, "Sekeo, where did you come across this ring?"