Walking in the Tavern

Dorian raises his mug. "It was a pleasure to see you again, Miquella. Safe travels!"

He drinks from the mug and waits for Miquella to leave before turning back to Selena and Bloodwulf. "So, this duel. Who's officiating? I'd love to watch. I love a good duel." He chuckles.

"Well, I was going to ask if you'd like to do it, sir Dorian. From what I do know about you, you seem to be pretty honest and unbiased, even considering what I've done... or what he's done... you know what I mean. I'm still not used to having two folks living in my attic" He says pointing to his head. "If it wasn't for my commander, I'd still be trying to figure out who runs this shit show. But that's beside the point. Sir Dorian, would you officiate this duel? I'll get ya another drink if you'd consider" He says while winking and grinning.

Dorian grins. "I'll do it. Like I said, I love a good duel. I've officiated quite a few duels in my time." He laughs then sips from his mug. "I'm sure Knightmaster Selena will get you straightened out. Especially if you want the help. That's the key. Wanting to change. If you want it bad enough, you'll be willing to do what it takes to make the change."

"Want the help? I didn't want anyone else but me living in my head" He laughs. *Holding his hand out to shake his hand* How about one more drink? How about you, commander? You good or could you use another drink?

Dorian reaches out and takes Bloodwulf's hand, giving it a firm shake before looking down in his mug and chuckling. "I probably shouldn't. If I come home drunk, I'll be in for it from Anna. But I thank you for the offer." He points to Bloodwulf. "So, how is it controlling your other half? Are you getting a better handle on it now that you've been working with Selena?"

"It's getting easier. Like... Have you ever been so mad at someone and wanted to rip them to pieces but you had to keep your head about you? That's what it felt like. Now, it's just a minor inconvenience. I've found that if I have something to really work towards and focus on that objective, he can't creep out. He's a coward, simply put."